Going Broke
I've been fired twice before, given
a cardboard box & told to get lost.
It's like that all around I gather,
whenever a middle manager
stops working weekends or a grocer
steals cash from the till. This feels nothing
like cleaning out an office, taking
down pictures, plants, anything really
that's not nailed down or beige. How can
I put it? When a man builds a boat
from scratch, chops all the wood, measuring
each plank & board, & finally he
lashes himself to the mast, feels the
sail billowing, trusts his creation
to carry him to harbor, & when
he sees the first lights of the promised
city at last, feels the ocean at
his ankles merciless & rising.
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