October 29, 2010

EARLY FRIDAY NIGHT REFLECTIONS

EARLY FRIDAY NIGHT REFLECTIONS

Don’t know what’s gotten into me
It looks like another strike
And half of me is on the picket line

We’re pulling down and building up
But it seems to all the passers-by
That what we do, it just don’t help

Hurts like sand in a boot makes toes cry
Then it occurred to me in the heat of an iron
Hold on close to your dreams whatever they seem

Just keep trucking along like everyone else
Fall into the scheme of times screwed up
Counter-clockwise on Friday night.

-- Copyright © 2010 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.
Adapted from long-lost FROM A WAREHOUSE chapbook.
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1 comment:

raybrown said...

Like this line:

"Hurts like sand in a boot makes toes cry"