the holiday season always makes me think about the number of shitty jobs
that i've had...here's an old poem.
we were fucking around
and laughing on the docks,
trying to kill the pain
of all the physical labor
of the day.
we’d been loading toy trucks
and now the goddamned marines
with a 15-footer full of cheap junk
and ripped bags
that would set as back a day.
somehow between the pot
and the endless packs of pallets,
he and i had developed
which we thought were hysterical.
and when he dropped
a bag full of dollar store trinkets,
sending rubber balls and broken dolls
all over the dust-covered floor,
it seemed only natural to scream
in my best kraut
“damn you! now you’ve ruined
to which the marines stopped
hauling their share,
and laid their eyes on me,
so fucking dumb,
they weren’t sure whether or not
to chuckle or to open fire.