After 3 years, I might be finally sick
sore throat, but tough as nails.
Give a man a reason to endure,
and he will never take a day off.
Most government jobs kill that—
why do you think they say,
in the hallway.
My strength comes from some other place,
not easily known.
That, is something I did not have
most of my life.
Oh, the moments in life can be glorious,
but nothing beats an empty room
and the slow sunrise
creeping up the wall, and enough inspiration
to keep me going until noon.
I used to knock-out my poems on an electric typewriter
that would scream at me,
and I could smell its black ink.
On the job, I am tested, constantly.
Usually, it’s a major annoyance
because it feels like they have something
I don’t have.
they are empty
and I have more than I know what to do with.
People are always full of advice for me
and it would make sense
if I was
where they have been
were one in the same.
We are different—
them and I.
I am an alien,
I need to write
Otherwise, I might be
Thank God for Writing.