new glasses and i can see clearly now

another 1995 unsolicited, unpublished poem.

not much going on today. new glasses and a cool afternoon, no rain, but lots of clouds and well, i've always liked the rain (some expected tomorrow) and cooler temps, so can't complain about that. one more day off, lots of little chores to get done, then it's back to night shift and those damned heavy-weight export orders that are such a pain ....


EVERYONE I READ THESE DAYS

everyone i read these days: so successful & literary.
(editors, educators - all full of intelligence.)
i am inferior - here in the rain, working with sweat & blisters.
i walk - inner-city, to where the graffiti artists work.
here is find my brothers: young & angry illiterates that struggle at communication.
except i am old.
i spray paid old hearts (dreams). it changes nothing, but for a while i am beautiful.