Every day
it was the same
the same
pressing machine
my hand pulling down
the lever
the two pieces
of the secateurs
pressed together.
Brain numbing
eye blinding work.
My father
up on the right
riveting pulling down
a lever moment
after moment
no relief.
Radio pushing out
pop pulp.
Other guys behind
each doing their own
brain numbing work
in sequence.
I thinking
of other things
about jazz
about playing
my sax
once I got home
listening to
Trane or Miles.
My father
(unknown to us
becoming tired
due to cancer).
Some jerks behind
taking the **** out of
my hard of hearing father.
I had ago at them
I would have
punched them
but needed
to keep the job
and keep it cool.
My father not hearing
or knowing
or if he had
would have
had them
and lost his job
not a good thing
at his age.
A year later
he died
from the cancer.
I working
some place else
felt the deep loss
and pain.
I'd have punched
those jerks
if I had
my time again.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
Every day
it was the same
the same
pressing machine
my hand pulling down
the lever
the two pieces
of the secateurs
pressed together.
Brain numbing
eye blinding work.
My father
up on the right
riveting pulling down
a lever moment
after moment
no relief.
Radio pushing out
pop pulp.
Other guys behind
each doing their own
brain numbing work
in sequence.
I thinking
of other things
about jazz
about playing
my sax
once I got home
listening to
Trane or Miles.
My father
(unknown to us
becoming tired
due to cancer).
Some jerks behind
taking the **** out of
my hard of hearing father.
I had ago at them
I would have
punched them
but needed
to keep the job
and keep it cool.
My father not hearing
or knowing
or if he had
would have
had them
and lost his job
not a good thing
at his age.
A year later
he died
from the cancer.
I working
some place else
felt the deep loss
and pain.
I'd have punched
those jerks
if I had
my time again.
