Once in a while, take a “well” day from work
Steal time to get sick from lack of fun.
Oh, that’s a well day. Ditching work,
Like skipping school, or cheating God on
Saturday or Sunday, when even
Omnipotence takes a break from our sin.
Just go splice in a memory or two, just
Let the fence rattle outside the office borders.
Cheap and suddenly a sense of guilt
Pours over me like butter on popcorn.
I remember taking my run in the afternoon
Hamster wheel. It’s idle and empty,
Settled. I curl like an empty salty
Greasy discarded potato chip bag
Tumbling in the parking lot outside the rows
Of cubes, terminals, staple guns, from coin ops.
Find a friend, a park, a book, a bridge.
Allow the sinuous arms of the light to
Hug you and the sun warmly kiss you.
Cheating in the race, just once let
Yellow dwarf fingers tickle your cheeks and
Plant seeds for a new field of freckles.
Between peak traffic hours, daydreams
Inside clouds of exhaust, gray road debris,
With anger clogged arteries and boulevards
Tracked yellow jacket roads railing
Those cars jacked up on broken down backs
Sitting on the side of the road much taken.
Sneak off at the next exit one day,
Then pull over and lie.
Tell a fib if you must,
Better the truth if you can.
But don’t get fired.
Take it from me and keep your choice.
I’m a force of retirement
And I don’t call you anymore
From here…but I do envy you.