Monday sun poured into my bedroom,
work drunk and lonely eyed.
It pushed me toward a cup of coffee
to wash the poems from my tongue.
There’s nothing new in repetition,
grand in same old thing, crows have murder,
humans a nest of spines.
One step forward leaves you ten steps behind.
I walk three blocks to meet the devil at the bus stop
spinning lies through fingerprinted screens.
I feel alone in shoulder to shoulder, body heat
that leaves me cold.
Another week to empty my wallet into the hand
of more is mine.
Silence has no honor. Anger has its price.
I feel a question touch my shoulder.
Are you going to stand or keep your seat?
“It pushed me toward a cup of coffee
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“... humans a nest of spines”
Incredible poetry.
Stand or keep your seat, you ask? Trust me: I got off that bus a while back and have never regretted it. Hang in there, Sister; better days ahead.
ReplyDelete"Another week to empty my wallet into the hand
of more is mine." Great lines!!
Holy cow, Susie. Yowza, I looooovveee this.
ReplyDeleteWhew! Nothing new in repetition. That is for sure, the very definition of crazy, right?
I thought this Springsteen music might resonate with you! I hope you watch the film (if you haven't already), it is so powerful.
I walk three blocks to meet the devil at the bus stop
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Your entire poem blew me away...
I agree wholeheartedly with Kerry!❤️ Especially love; "It pushed me toward a cup of coffee to wash the poems from my tongue."
ReplyDeleteThis works at with the amps all set to 11 -- pure howl and some vital digital boogie blues. "More is mine" is the national anthem these days, is it not?
ReplyDelete"Another week to empty my wallet into the hand of more...." Isnt that the truth?! Are we going to stand up? that is the question.
ReplyDeleteMonday morning certainly brings out great images of your contemplation of a new week Susie. At least poetry takes prime spot on your tongue so long as there's coffee to help!
ReplyDeleteWhew... I agree with all above - I won't repost your whole poem here (ha!) Your pen was on FIRE!
ReplyDeleteLines worthy of Bruce himself singing! No words to express just how much I love your poem.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. I like how this works with the song, transferred to work, to Monday. Even more, I love how this poem made me think. I sat for the years of working for money--which paid off as I had a Union and now have a pension. I still felt like I was leaving the devil .... Teaching was not the evil, though. The evil was the administration's philosophy of education. There may have been other payoffs to standing up--more poetry maybe. More dignity, surely.
ReplyDeleteOh I love this poem... so many great lines I cannot copy them all, Maybe we need to find our murder like crows.
ReplyDeletemet the devil on a bus, once. devil was a woman and she hated buses.
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