Waking up for Work

NOTICE: You don’t                                                                 make

sure to be precise – care for your trash – care for your recyclables – remember it’s Tuesday

wrapping leaves wake you when trash of yours

returns visiting in the 5am light of upstate New York

                           with his satisfaction and your ribs,

                                                                        your ribs,

                                                                        your ribs,

         break

beneath the careful slow beats of your heart soundsLike the twin sized bed                   he tosses you as turning sheets of

your sounds of – your bed still lying of – in sleep as your

mutters of “I couldn’t”s that the doorway: was enough of close to

standing room

but your room entered

         not having left

                                    when “he” and “you” litter Newport butts

                                                  out the window

with smells residual

and faint                  but leaving them on

hand, laid sleep while dawn now crashes through the window with still lit cigarettes

“who goes the man” – Joel has   changed,

                                                           everything,

                                                           nothing,

   something,

if as its day you go about waking yourself up and when you left

you were exactly the things you put back

belongings to your touch

to your home

around the way makes

his entrance to the door of that

side other                                                       than the beyond just knowing

                                                                                                        knowing just,

                                                                                                         justing know,

             matching slowly                             he breaths ash to

your natural body’s unconscious rhythm