Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Yells the same as Sunshine

"Goodmorning," she said politely as I arrived at work
but he was sitting in my chair
Did you get the print out? he said
I watched her hurry on the computer
"I just had it," she said
"Your mummbling," he said, cruelly
He could have shouted,
the echoes would have been the same
His daughter was going to drug court today and nothing could dispel his anger...

Early afternoon I could hear his engine roaring up the driveway,
"Is she here?" he yelled.
"No, she just left..."
He was looking for his wife.
"The family is falling apart and she wants to pretend she's a frat girl," he said
He was referring to his wife going to school and the fact
his kids, in their 20's were not,

I saw the pretty girl from France waiting for him
She was wearing a clean-cut purple tank top
she did not speak very good English
As he pulled out,
I noticed several beers were gone...
I could see bright Indigo blue flowers in the pot next to the front door
I could see the ocean, all blue, turning into a haze in the sunshine
but the sun that drifted down onto the lemon orchard here, were cruel and
nothing, not even paradise, could atone for the anger that carried in his voice
made me want to drink and not stop drinking
to drown in the hazy sun
melt into the earth, as if I did not need a job, as if I were invisible

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