Spark

A writer/poet that has influenced my scribblings.


Spark

I always resented all the years
the hours the minutes I gave them
as a working stiff
it actually hurt my head my insides
it made me dizzy and a bit crazy
– I couldn’t understand
the murdering of my years

yet my fellow workers
gave no signs of agony
many of them even seemed satisfied
and seeing them that way drove me almost
as crazy as the dull
and senseless work.

the workers submitted.
the work pounded them to nothingness
they were scooped-out and thrown away.
I resented each minute
every minute as it was mutilated
and nothing relieved the monotony.

I considered suicide.
I drank away my few leisure hours.
I worked for decades.
I lived with the worst kind of women
they killed
what the job failed to kill.
I knew that I was dying.
something in me said
go ahead die sleep
become as them
accept.
then something else in me said
no
save the tiniest bit.
it needn’t be much
just a spark.
a spark can set a whole forest on fire.
just a spark.
save it.
I think I did.
I’m glad I did.
what a lucky
god damned
thing

--Bukowski