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Three Stages of Man

Posted by beckert10 on April 30, 2010

A little boy wakes up
lies in bed
wipes sleep from his eyes
stumbles into the living room
Mom prepares breakfast
he eats
lies on the couch
watches TV
plays inside
and outside
pulls the dog’s tail
Mom lays out his clothes
combs his hair
Ride in the car
mom makes lunch
cuts off the crust
wipes his face coarsely
with a wet sponge
he makes a face
pulls away
Dad comes come
watch him barbeque
dinner
sunset
bath
pajamas laid out
one piece with feet
playtime with Dad
snack
prayers with Mom
tucked in
kiss goodnight
I love you
Darkness
sleep comes quickly

A young man wakes up
alarm screeching
pours a bowl of cereal
half asleep
crunching echoes in his groggy head
shower
pick out an outfit hastily
competing with mom and dad for the bathroom
kiss on the cheek from mom
love you
have a good day
pack your own lunch
same every day
crust still on
Dad drives you to the bus stop
talk radio
awkward silence
running late
bus ride down back roads
picking up disappointed faces
last bit of freedom before the bell rings
rings
burned out teachers
waiting for summer vacation
kids alike
turning the pages of outdated textbooks
thinking of playing
of freedom
of pretty girls in the back of the class
of passing grades
should I get braces
walking between classes
seeing the same faces
in the cafeteria
seeing the same faces
miss being a kid
bell rings
almost freedom
but first practice
kicking a ball around
bald man blowing a whistle
reliving dreams of aborted stardom
whistle blows
freedom
bus ride home down back roads
Mom’s car waiting
how was your day
good
same
home
Dad comes home
looks tired
looks old
dinner
homework
TV
snack
bed
alarm

A man wakes up
alarm wailing
Headache
he lies for minutes
wants to sleep
weary
guilted into rising
coffee
cigarettes
newspaper
shower
clean, pressed suit
uniform
sleek sedan parked outside
so weary
good day for fishing
for sleeping
talk radio
traffic
cigarettes
should quit smoking
destruction of the self
to save the self
office
Johnson has a new car
jealous
fake smiles from coworkers
stale air
smells like paper and air freshener
staring at a screen
phone calls
bad jokes
weak coffee
meeting
good day for fishing
for sleeping
deadlines
smoking
greasy lunch
stomach ache
maybe an ulcer
no bell
miss schooldays
stay late
might get ahead
probably won’t
sun is down
good night for fishing
weary
sleek sedan still parked outside
deserve it
home
stiff drink
another
another
cigarettes
predictable sitcoms
leftover pasta
miss mom’s cooking
one more drink
destruction of the self
to save the self
so weary
late night news
tomorrow’s weather
good day for fishing
bed
sleep
alarm
headache

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The Photo

Posted by beckert10 on February 24, 2010

Hidden away in an antique shop
among old milk bottles and rocking chairs
I find a tin type photo
of a handsome, dapper man
with a mustache and cigar.
His eyes mock me,
say that
someday, I too will be just
an old photo
surrounded by
lunch pails and washboards.

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