Coffee. Water. Beer.
Sweet and salty breakfast bar.
Day starts with overeasy sunrise and sticky fingers.
Must destroy something in a way that fulfills it.
Must express something that will never be more pleasant than in its expression.
Enough fabric I don’t feel naked.
Hard enough boots my feet stay soft.
I move menial amounts of earth and machinery
until I can rationalize something a little more than trivial was accomplished.
So when my shoulders and back ache I can say what for.
Pretend I really know. And do it again. Tomorrow.