While it’s not a big tale, its been sorta quiet around here lately, so I thought I’d toss this out there…
Five Dollar Poem
So Im standing on the loading dock at work
just watching all the little circles
form in the big puddle in front of me
feeling just as grey as the skies above
thinking about all the little battles I have to wage
some asked for, others not.
Just a bad luck stretch for me,
I guess
and I shrug in the small moment of self pity
usually reserved for four a.m.
And I turn to return to my cube and I see
on the ground
crumpled in a receipt
a five dollar bill.
And I stare at its obviousness,
its “value”,
its familiarity,
with the sort of stunned disbelief one has when finding paper currency.
“Perhaps my luck has turned around”,
i think to myself
as I stoop to pick it up
and as I un-crumple it
I glance at the receipt…
“Harris Teeter: Salad. $4.86″.
My lunch yesterday.
#1 by Donk on December 3, 2009 - 11:23 am
woo! Content! Awesome b yo! I need to stop being such a lush and start writing things down again.
#2 by belmont yo on December 3, 2009 - 7:06 pm
So is bad poetry cool here or no? I mean it is “only text” and there is no other content flowing. I’ve just been more poem-y than essay-y lately. I know Im no poe, but still.
#3 by Donk on December 3, 2009 - 9:02 pm
Write, man! Write! This is great. You can always run anything you’re on the fence about by us, but you should have no qualms about stuff like this.