hunker down for pucker-time (a work poem for the masses)

hunker down for pucker-time

the sun glares
then screams
& morning dew
like mercury
beads & jiggles
to the tune
of a badly tuned
engine pouring
into the city
like waste
down a pipe.

buoyant with
coffee-fed false hope
your lips start
to pucker
for the boss's
pimply ass.










(original title "heigh ho heigh ho" - from the chapbook ROCKING GENTLY OUT OF SYNC, 1995 - also published in SLIPSTREAM)

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