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Introduction/Definition/etc

 

Another week, another set of cans, but someone has to setup,

cleanup, and be pushed aside, because that is the role...

 

 

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Years ago, in a place, not so far away from here, there lived a guy

who woke up early in the morning, because he had to,

or could do nothing else, it wasn't a job, it wasn't really what he

wanted to do, but it was what was available to him.

 

It started out as something he had to do, it needed to be done,

and there was a girl he wanted to be liked by, she ran the place,

and he wanted to be around her, but what he didn't understand

was that everyone else did to...

 

So stuff needs to get done, it's warm and things need to be set up,

the guy with the bum leg, comes in, later, but it's cool and maybe

someone can help out... It's early, after 10 am opening, and

laundry needs to be done too, have too look good for the girl,

or school, or whatever...  Community standards, they are important

to some people, and the shorts are getting, well, short, and

the people are complaining.    Some shorts are too short,

and need bike shorts underneath, there is the mesh pair,

that have, well mesh pockets and we aren't really modest,

we used to go swimming, back in high school and before,

but that was decades ago, and there is no outdoor pool,

and I'm no longer a teenager...

 

So when the thousand people came by, looking for a better

place to live, putting in applications, just for a wait list,

for maybe a hundred positions/ apartments, mostly not

subsidized, AFACT, we don't know it's a lottery to start,

and they didn't think he was modest, actually indecent,

was the word the muslims or african americans seemed to use,

their women, some of them wearing the head stuff,

you see we have a latino community here, and the new building

may have been paid by the other ethnicities around the local mosque

on the highway going west...

 

But none of that matters now, his privacy is shot, and well if they could

maybe they would have shot him, like the dogs of war (Pink Floyd

reference like TheDarkSide2013 ) he has done his job, barked at

everyone possible, like the mailman/ woman, every passerby,

usually a wave or a honk of the bike horn, when it worked,

not unlike Syria, AFAICT, they had weapons (maybe not of mass

destruction like the previous war we got into, under false pretense,

we later found out, but dangerous all the same, stockpiles of

something that kills kids and others, chemical weapons this time,

like some other dictator, what's his name?  I've forgotten, it's the news,

and history and it just repeats itself anyway, same shit different day/ week/

year/ decade/ century... 

 

Emperialistic (sp?) nations and leaders, thinking because they

have always had power, always will...

 

So the emperor has no clothes, does laundry, when possible,

a meeting might be folding, he has to be up early to close /

shutter it (as used to say with OdetoaFarmersMarket , his

first published writing, creative as it may have been, buying food for

some homeless downtown, starting to write, and finding

something he was doing anyway, sharing with the world, or at

least the few hundred locals or whomever read the stuff,

used it as fish wrap, or just bought it to support some guy

or girl on the street...  Sympathy probably...

 

And then again, it's another week, and milk and bread

and sweets, mostly are short in supply, nobody is being nice,

so go do something nice for someone else, or at least try,

maybe she will smile at you before she leaves without you,

or off to someone else, better dressed, more important,

or something like that,we aren't sure, we just take out the trash,

the salmonella likely laden boxes from chicken, frozen,

or hot dogs, or whatever, maybe frozen fish, that he hasn't

figured out how to cook, fish just piles up,

a second bag going in the freezer, with the frozen water bottles,

biker's solution to A/C, (my A/C breaks every time I stop,

it's terrible, and it's forecast to be over 90 degrees today,

so maybe want to be up early anyways, it's almost 4 am

a little writing and planning for the day ahead, who knows

who the girl is going to be today, maybe the original one

will show up, maybe a little stand in, we aren't told,

its' not like An Oscifer and a Gentleman, and the line she

worked on, had to be there, they mix it up and we can't predict,

likely a security thing, like military, keep them guessing,

wonder why it's not stable housing, safety is lacking

certainly like national security, we are at the brink of war, again,,

internationally, and just before 9/11 maybe a press event,

create a different solution, for the anniversary,

destroy the chemical weapons, turn them over,

and nobody gets hurt, because we are the biggest,

baddest, MF around, bullies to the world, not what

we want to think of ourselves, but like growing up in an

alcoholic home, it's all we know, we yell and scream,

(cry and want to die, but we can't say that, it's not manly)

thump our old chests, and pretend to care, because

it's all quite impossible now, carrying on like that,

pretending stuff didn't happen, that did,

we wrote about ourselves, like the computer phrase,

eat our own dog food, we eat what we give out/ create,

and it's making me sick....

 

You see, like ThePracticalitiesOfFoodDistribution2012

the milk is still out in the heat, more heat predicted, today,

we don't know what will show up, if anything because

someone has to load the truck/ van in the heat,

volunteer labor (those now green t shirts, was black

when I begged for one or two, gave one away to the

other regular guy) it's changed color, still use the

black, but it's hot... You see you can't be a volunteer

and receive food, it's against policy, we aren't Peers,

we are Recipients, an entirely different class of people,

almost not human, almost dogs really, but dogs are

treated better in most cultures/ communities,

how it feels early morning waking well before dawn,

worried about all the stuff that might happen,

all that might go wrong, on this anniversary year,

about the time the taxi ran over my feet,

dropping off street papers to the homeless center

in one of the richest counties in the world,

there is the underbelly of people who haven't got

the lives of the Rich and Famous, who don't ride

a Rolls to work, maybe ride a bike, if they can,

or walk, like I used to, when I could for any distance

without getting sore, very sore, a crushing trauma

that is reminded, back when my dad was alive,

you see I was too busy trying to help others,

strangers really, the Region, needed me,

or so I thought ,really the despot (?)/ dictator

that everyone laughed at, instead, you see,

some meetings we ran, some ran over us,

the providers had other plans for us,

and that didn't include us, we were the meal,

we were the turkeys, we were the food,

we were committed, to the meal as the saying

goes, mostly around thanksgiving time,

but this is summer, not christmess in july,

but another hot day as the seasons change,

not fast enough, a taste of the time to come,

cooler nights, A/C still running for those that can afford

it, keeping others with windows awake,

or didn't sleep...

 

How does this end?  We don't know it's another

week in the projects and wondering what good/

bad/ indifferent news happens today,

only miles from the Pentagon, where a plane,

full of people who get/ or got to travel crashed,

a victim of the international scene, a play we didn't

create, and an ending we had no say in writing...

You see this is not a writer's group, we don't have

the option of writing our own story, it writes us,

and like the poets, we just let it all be...

 

 

Conclusion

 

Summary of experience or similar

 

Who knows, my crystal ball is broken...

 

Discussion

 

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What would you have done differently?

 

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