16.12.25

lunch

cash pretty scarce

a thermos of black coffee preferred with milk  

in his jacket pocket a buttermilk unglazed Old Fashioned donut    hard as a rock

it was Thursday

almost Friday

pay day

after work

bank

cash

food

eat

 

That’s what you’re eating for lunch?

Don fuck with me

What? Yagonna take mine?

No  Had no affection for those pricks who tried

Tried?

         They didn’t take a kid’s lunch, a kid’s lunch money?

They coud try 

I didnt look kindly on it
                         So no

I wouldnt take yours

 

 

 

foreman stood up
                    Lets get back to work, men.

Work

Men

if they werent he couldnt be a foreMan
                                         hed love to see that guy worksits on his ass all day usually unseen in the trailer blueprints spread across a makeshift table legs on plywood pencil tucked over one ear a cigarette over the other another smouldering in an ashtray  work  smoke   hows that work
man wasnt a multitasker


he went over the cliff on a rope tethered to his axle to clawout groove its face run a eightinch drainpipe U-ed rebar securing it pounded into holes he drilled into the rock
                                                               if he looked  and he did
had the best view on the job

ocean under him 

saw blowspouts

caught whale breaches

 

too bad 

nearly finished 

1248,  Tuesday,  16  12. 25

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