please don't get mad
Posted to Action Poetry
by Blank (blank) on 2003-08-01 18:38:00
I too, looked at the sky
grey
on my walk to work
i thought it would rain
i wished it would rain
numbed by television news this morning
habitually eating my breakfast
woke up twice last night
confused as to what time it was
every fiber in my body strained
(customer service
smile and nod
they'll never know)
tonight the crickets are singing their own song
audible through a window to my left
I know what it's like to be truly alone.
Listened to 'hadda be playing on the jukebox'
by
rage against the machine
so many times
hearing people at work in the breakroom is like a
fucking highschool
first week
this weak
almost over
