”Drinkin’ Thinkin’” by: rob kistner © 1997
DayBreaker
(hard-drinkin’, jazz-lovin’, workin’ man’s lament)
~
day breaks
on
a new week’s
sun
putrid
as the stains
on my
flesh-soaked
mattress
damp
as my sour
mat
of fevered
greasy
tangle
hot
as my
whiskey-foul
breath
another
un-commuted
sentence
6A-6P
’til
merciful dusk
delivers me
jack-knifed
into
my
jack and coke
don’t obsess
in sorrow
drown
all
‘da-way
down
a bottom-dive
to comatose
no virtue
feigned
nor
implied
mad goes
the struggle
‘til
saved by
jazz
48 over
‘da
dub-ya
hump
2
debauched
24’s
then
the hissing
sting
of monday
and
the mindless
6-6 grind
120 n’out
cruel numbers
game
goes
round round
and ever round
’til
the tombstone’s
tender
solace
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2019
Imitation Practice
This is pure sleaze 🙂
Yes — disgruntled, cynical, dream-robbed, jazz-loving, 24/7 hard-drinking, working man’s sleaze Jane… 😉
I like your description of the 6A-9P un-commuted sentence.
Thanks zFrsnk!
Rob I would call this “powerful” so many feelings we’ve all felt, some more than others. The working man’s lament, filled with DT’s and despair.
I sm sure JP that we can find ourselves at times in this msn’s frustration.
This sounds like a dark relief in an even darker world…
Seems very blue actually.
I pictured someone working 12-hour days in a steel mill, chemical factory Björn, or an oil refinery.
Somehow this brought to my mind Thoreau’s “most men leads lives of quiet desperation”
Yes Bev, way too many people leade libes of quiet desperation — so they vote for the blowhard Trump!
This is a variation on Death of a Salesman.
Instead it is Death of a Hard Laborman.
“funeral marches to the grave”
So dark and somber. I feel for this guy.
Yes Lisa, I love your perspective here on this piece. This guy represents an exaggeration of the people who put Trump in office. Feel like they are going in circles and angry that the know not where these circles lead. feel like kniw one understands their blue collar angst!