Saturday, September 24, 2011

Pretentious, inane pondering for Sept. 4, 2010

I reach to the pallet, then to the line, sweat falling like rain from my naked scalp, careful not to get any on the product. Body & soul at one with the thousands of hinges, pulleys & springs, yet my mind so polarized against the jerk behind the control panel, & the skunk who looks down from the mezzanine, from behind the glass of their air conditioned office, safely out of my long wide reach... And I could, if they sat on the pallet, stuff their bodies down the mouth of the behemoth that's eaten part of my soul... BUT, last I heard, they got a boot in the @$$, same as me, so... :-\

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