Poems From a Bad Day

It's My Job
I thought I would be a ship
strong and clean, breaking through the water
but everyones drowning
it's my job to jump in and save them
but instead of scooping them up
they are frantic
they hold on to me and pull me down
the water now above my head
I'm drowning too
what do you do when there is no one to save you?


Something Else
Maybe I'll work at a pickle factory
that's what Bukowski did
I want to do something fun
sell wedding dresses
make pizza
prove miracles
I'll have to become a skeptic
I already don't believe in dreams
so there's my start


Indigo Bunting
You spoke of an Indigo Bunting
but all I saw were Starlings
they have taken over
drowning out the song bird
screetching through the evening
but I listen by oil fields and roadsides
I continue to open the window shades
everyday still watching
you spoke of an Indigo Bunting
I think its time is coming