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a lot of changes
good changes ya’ll
oh man
I have not
talked about it till now
but it’s official
I have a new job lined up
today
at my current hell hole
I walked off and did not look back
I was screaming at
the signs and traffic lights –
I will never see them in the
same way ever again

next time I drive up
this street
it’ll only bring to mind
some bad memories
all the abuse that went on, etc.
but I am no longer
bound to it

I can drive and drive

I feel like shaking hands and passing out cigars

it is 70 degrees

it is a good day
a Friday
my last day
a new day

I was a real gentleman
I used careful words
handed off my address
please, for the next check
I clocked out for the last time
no ill exchange
done
done deal
over
over and out

I am a hyper
young man
right now

believe that

I’ve punched through
the bottom of
the bag
no longer obligated
to those
complete assholes

. . .

well then, let me talk about something else, something else. my head swims. something new is on the horizon. I am not the center of anything. we are each brothers and sisters and all that. we will undergo much together. fictions help me spill out a lot of weird shit going on up in my head. it needs venting. so there will be more of that, more poems, and hopefully books, chap books, zines, etc. it is quite hard being this creative vessel when you’re all doped up on a 40 hour work week, no matter who you work for. but that’s the reality, for now, until I find some other way. perhaps I will. but I want to go on writing. I want to see where it leads. it is, after all, my life. if I’m not ultimately happy working these odd jobs or career jobs, then I have to find a way.