Day Breaker

“stream-of-consciousness rant”

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”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

 

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  • 12 thoughts on “Day Breaker”

    1. 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.

    2. 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.

      1. 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!

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