Daily Archives: September 24, 2016

Sonnet #84

Carpentry, and construction, in general,
I find, to be a quest for tools put down
I’m sure I had them in my hand, they’re around
Perhaps I will buy a second, unintentional
Or a third, and find the other two tools
In the bottom of the box. And buying new:
I’m sure there’s a certain thing I need to build it true
But when I stop and look around, I feel a fool
For once again I have misplaced the thing
I just had it in my hand, and now there’s dust
all over the place, maybe get more lighting
Maybe it’s fallen down among the trash and rust
I probably need a different tool, if I’m understanding
If I could find that video again? It’s all lost

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Sonnet #85

The thing no one says about growing up
Your back will hurt for sixty years, your feet
will be sore, you’ll feel it when you wake up
The things demanded from the body, the concrete
Under the boots for eight long hours on the job
The way even typing long enough to live on it
Means the back and wrists will falter and dislodge
And, the less you’re paid, the more it hurts to do it
The more you wonder is the feeling in the morning
worth it? We’re not allowed to be lazy, to call in
We’re not allowed to heal our agonies, stand and wring
the muscles loose and get back to it, Work through pain
Anyone who says there’s something wrong about this
Deserves to hurt, get called names: Hippie. Communist.

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