Day In

my boss calls me scott
my dads name
he compares my work ethic to that of my dads
he doesnt know my old man
he says he would be proud of me
or he could do this faster or that better
he says i am scrawny
so is my dad
but i have holes in my face and stained skin
i drink too much and eat too little
but we are both dying
at the same rate
for different reasons
my boss says i am like my old man
maybe i am
but my dad doesnt cuss or spit

i feel old

Winos Choicest Wine

Bad wine is always best served when
bitter. Not the wine.
Rather the state of the head.
Best served in secret. When it is not
yours. When surrounded by walls
that are not yours.
When you can not afford any better. Or
any at all. When you
can not afford the hangover.
Bad wine is not bad when everything
else is. Everything else is not bad
when bad wine is good.
Wine that comes with a screw off
cap instead of a cork.
That comes and is gone in an instant.
Bad wine replaces whining. Winos,
true winos drink bad wine. Drink
alone. Drink wine that is not theirs. Because
they can not afford any better.
Or any wine at all for that matter.

Dog Work

cat scratch face
thousands of dollars in burial fees
eight dollar cigarettes
borrowed half bottle of wine
stomache full of sickness
state full of greed
head full of nonsense
muscles full up of monotonous days work
sister bitch
wind howling
vocal chords howling
sickening day in
day out
fucked up bus schedule
hours to get to work
hours on end once there
hours back
few hours of sleep
few dollars
thousands of dollars in burial fees
head full of nonsense
ignore the helpless
help the helpful
lothe the loveless
love the obvious lovers that secretly abandone others
thousands of dollars in burial fees
ignore the helpless
full up of monotonous days work

i am not doing this again tomorrow
perhaps the next days dog work will shine
like a rusty penny again