For BelleBane:
Lost My Job
Lost my job.
Went home, stripped, opened a bottle of Jim Beam and took out my 20 gauge.
Hunting season.
Becoming one with all, you bleed, I bleed, you die, I die.
Naked as the day.
I was wrenched from comfort and the womb, smacked on the ass and officially pronounced
alive.
Looking back, what have I done? What have I missed?
Two kids are off in Michigan, becoming engineers and contracting venereal diseases.
Never could teach those two to keep their hands to themselves.
I'm like them, now. A force of nature. No longer a man, but a phenomenon.
I live.
***
Lost my job.
Went home, logged on, nose to grindstone.
Coffee percolating, caffeine high fucking soaring twenty-five resumes zoom through the ether.
I'm in the zone. Dialed in. firing on all cylinders!
I'm doing what I must. Persevere.
***
Lost my job.
Severance pay in one hand, bottle of hooch in the other.
Flying man, fuckin flying.
Straight outta Bob Faggot!
Wrenched my head outta my ass and started living life. Every moment is unique and I'm zoomin, man,
Zoomin!
Boom!
The beginning.
Zing!
The end.
Wowie-Zowie!
The middle!
Here I am, here I rest.
Lost my job.
It's not exactly inspiring, but it did get me out of my funk and back into writing. I do hope that BelleBane reads this, and I do hope it brings her some sort of joy.
Lost My Job
Lost my job.
Went home, stripped, opened a bottle of Jim Beam and took out my 20 gauge.
Hunting season.
Becoming one with all, you bleed, I bleed, you die, I die.
Naked as the day.
I was wrenched from comfort and the womb, smacked on the ass and officially pronounced
alive.
Looking back, what have I done? What have I missed?
Two kids are off in Michigan, becoming engineers and contracting venereal diseases.
Never could teach those two to keep their hands to themselves.
I'm like them, now. A force of nature. No longer a man, but a phenomenon.
I live.
***
Lost my job.
Went home, logged on, nose to grindstone.
Coffee percolating, caffeine high fucking soaring twenty-five resumes zoom through the ether.
I'm in the zone. Dialed in. firing on all cylinders!
I'm doing what I must. Persevere.
***
Lost my job.
Severance pay in one hand, bottle of hooch in the other.
Flying man, fuckin flying.
Straight outta Bob Faggot!
Wrenched my head outta my ass and started living life. Every moment is unique and I'm zoomin, man,
Zoomin!
Boom!
The beginning.
Zing!
The end.
Wowie-Zowie!
The middle!
Here I am, here I rest.
Lost my job.
It's not exactly inspiring, but it did get me out of my funk and back into writing. I do hope that BelleBane reads this, and I do hope it brings her some sort of joy.
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nycstreetpoet:
On the day of (or maybe it was a day or two after) 9/11 I remember watching news crews in Palestine and footage of children dancing in the streets because the Great Satan America was dealt a crushing blow and because a large number of Jews worked in the World Trade Center towers. It's certainly weird to cheer the death of anyone, but it's far more socially acceptable, and easier for me to handle, then cheering the deaths of thousands of innocent people. I would never cheer because I'm glad someone is dead, but I don't find it weird for people to cheer Bin Laden's passing. It's ghoulish, true. But not weird. Not to me.
callioppe:
I'm glad I could help to inspire you 
would you mind sharing when you're finished?
would you mind sharing when you're finished?