poem of the day 04.27.11

depression

coming back
on the job
after only one day off
hungover
exhausted
hysterical
i tell her
that i daydreamed
the office burning down
with nothing left
but hot embers
pulsating
in the fog gloom
morning
to which
she told me
that hating your job
is a sign
of depression
which made
me realize
that i’ve probably
been depressed
ever since
i was a paperboy
and tossed that first
newspaper
inside that first doorway
back
in the good old year
of 1987.