Gizmos for ya'all

today's poem is an unpublished and unsolicited poem from 1996.

a day off today, trying to get some rest before a long night shift with lots of overtime tossed in for good measure, or whatever they call it at the mill. a side update - still no word on the mysterious contract (though talks are SUPPOSED to be held sometime this month). Neither side seems too concerned at the moment. Also, not a peep about the potential sale of the papermill division of the Weyco world. keep 'em guessing, boys!


GIZMOS

paper cuts do not expose the soul
but they annoy

the world was imperfect
i studied the flaws
even sent reports to silent gods
& their spokesman

no blue birds on my fence post
but the crows in the orchard
high on the aroma of rotten apples
told wonderful tales

the telephone salesman insisted
i could reach salvation with his gizmo
i offered him payment of silence

the black dog noticed merely
it was hot
laid in the shade of the old shed
already full of gizmos
waiting for the moon
to call fog off the dark river