- Books, Literature, and Writing
First day on the job
Kashmir scarf wrapped around my neck,
last nights led still heavy in my head,
foggy eyes I bump into some jerk...why...why do I have to be late on the first day of work.
Rushing my chair under the desk I crack my knee...f!%k that hurt,
silverback over my shoulder, what a chimp.
not monkeying around this ones nose is brown and he's three banana's ahead,
I just punched in and I'm already ready for bed,
crossing my arms time to lay down my head,
rhymes floating around like spirits of the horse kicked dead,
meditative prayers transform thoughts,
vibrations scream, a sound that could wake the dead,
lifting my head I awake to a check,
a kaleidoscope of colors,
not really pink, more kinda red.