Each month, write a new collection.
KilroyDad picked meup from schoolI hopped upinto his63 Ford pickupDad shifted gearsit was a 3-speedwith the shifteron the columnI never learnedto drive that truckbut I did onthe 70 Datsunit was my firststick I droveat the apartmentsin Pomona, butthat was adifferent truckand job for DadT Dad saidI got fired todayKilroy let me goDad had beenwith Ray Wattfor ten yearshe had builta lot of housesit was as longas I had livedat the timesixty fivethat was theyear of theWatts Riotsthe year Istarted anew schooland the yearDad’s worldgot turnedupside downDad pulled intothe liquor storegot me a popand him a beer
I love that ending man. It's a powerful poem!
Someone else’s worst dayYour glee hardly contained When you heard I would be gone.Were your bosses nervous?Would litigation, come?Today I read my letterSent months after I’d goneI’m shocked by the bold precisionThe depth of heart.Brief CV. Evidence stats.Jab scientific oath.ViolationTitle 22.Lucrative billing Whack.HIPPA proof cases, detailed.Addressed to fine clinicians The most powerful I knewIt said they were responsibleFor these things, discussed.So I heard you were seen cryingJust around that timeThe letter cc’d your bossesThose bullet dodging folks.Disrespectful dictatorHow deep did the shaft sink?Did shame broach to ethicsOr patient centered care?
That's great. I love the anger running through this poem. It's powerful!
Dear diary, I don't even know how to begin. This morning , I got up, got dressed, and went to work. It was supposed to be a normal day. We pulled into the parking lot and everything looked like it usually does. We walked up to the entrance, and discovered that while we slept, our lives had been changed forever.A cashier blasted out the door. Without a word she drug us inside. We followed her over to electronics, where every television in the department was playing the same video: an airliner slamming into the twin towers. Over and over and over, the image repeated on 20 different screens. I just stood there, clutching my husband's hand. Stunned by the visuals of my fellow countrymen leaping to their deaths. My mind was filled with sickening wonder and shock. Along with 30 other associates, we just stood there. 7am came and went. The store was open for business. But we all just stood there. Frozen in place by the audacity of this act. Witnessing what I believe will be called the Pearl Harbor of my generation. Only time will tell.several of us went home. I don't blame them. People deal with loss differently. We stayed. We had to stay. Folks in this town were going to need any scrap of normalcy they could find. I sucked up my anger and worked my shift.The news has been speculating all day about who did this and why. Somehow, I feel like this is just the beginning. Like we've been forced into a game of chess and have no idea what the rules are. For now, I'll keep my fear to myself. Like every human being, I have a job to do. Lord, help us all.
It's kind of amazing how much we live through in a long term job like that. I mean, it's amazing!
I watched at work in a little window on my computer. By the time I got to work the towers had fallen. I can imagine seeing it on a wall of TVs.
My students told me it had happened. Very weird morning.
EnoughWith her back against the wallSitting down in a chair, her facesaid it all, "I am tired, I have hadenough." I knew what she was talkingabout. It wasn't her usual cheerful selfIt was despair and she felt like giving upThe man had been vomiting straight up into the air while laying in bed on his back with hishead slightly raised. I yelled, "he is going to aspirate, he's going to aspirate." He needed toget his head inclined to sit up in his bed upright.Nobody moved a muscle in fear of getting vomiton them. The vomit kept coming up, like a volcanoexploding intermittently. I moved in with my head downas if I was ducking for cover. I got his head to raise upand then, the girl sitting down said, do this and do that, as though she was on a break and wanted people to do her jobI said, in a joking way, who made you the boss? And we all laughed and got back to work,cleaning, mopping and washingup. It was a breath of fresh air in the midst of the chaos to findit humorous as we were getting the man settled back comfortablyIt was also a break to say it and not really mean itI wanted to say the same thing several timesbut didn't have the guts to say anythinglike I am tired and I have had enough
Wow, this is really one of your most powerful Daryl! This is incredible!
Daryl. You saved his life. Aspiration of stomach contents we all know causes...
My Loving DaddyI got kicked out of this place where I livedIn the middle of the nightI was already pretty nestled in,Alot of belongings.I called my Dad to inform himThat I needed himTo come pick me upWith All my belongingsASAP.He works every weekdayfrom 4am to 6pm.When I got a hold of himHe didnt sound enthusiastic.