A poem from 8:93.
Record heat for the past few days for May at least …. And I am NOT a fan of the heat. Rain, fog … that’s perfect weather in my book. Oh well. Back to night shift tomorrow.
Not much really to update. Work is continuing. The markets are good right now, it appears and the paper machine is running at full speed. It’s a mixed blessing, as it means a LOT more work, but at least it does mean work and a pay check. No complaints on that one.
Decided to post at least a little longer., though it will be erratic most likely, sort of how it’s been all along, I guess. Thanks to all who added some feedback to the previous update. Good to know someone is out there reading (and even better appreciating) the poetry. Thanks to all.
THE FATMAN STARES AT GOD
the fatman stares at god
with one angry eye
corns on his toes
& a limp that wins no races
no fans
the fatman finds rejection
an art form
wears dull masks
to match his rhetoric
perfectly visible to at least himself
the fatman watches truth
lay naked before a setting sun
protected by salted weeds that guarded more than surf
he has felt truth
but never honestly experienced it
the poetry and rambling thoughts of a working class poet
