a morose poem from the "zombie-zone"

utterly burnt out from a long night shift (can't wait for the 4 new hires to get their orientation and enough training to be allowed to work on their own!) and well, deep into the "zombie zone" mode ... so this poem is one of those unpublished, unsolicited poems, written in 1996, a "bit on the morose side" i suspect .... yeah, understatement of the hour!


EARLY MORNING BATHROOM POEM

wondering if shaving is worth the statement

my eyes not certain they are ready
to capture the world as it really is

too numb to ache
my flesh is merely a covering
bones have forgotten rhapsody

i fart for morning
as if a prayer to a god i have forsaken
my pledge of allegiance to life
for at least one more day

then i reluctantly piss away
the dreams i have erected the night before
& prepare for consequences