pilderwasser

it’s all over but the hangover
second-day socks expired
turned inside out and not quite right like
recycled bread sacks painted labels peeling
flaking off into lunches packed for loved ones
to enjoy six hours from now more or less
twist ties tied getting by
making do over due doo-doo
clear as a three dollar bill
standing by until I need to sit down
Two Union near the artificial waterfall
to the sound of falling water
and the smell of bleach   too
easy to see the lack of efficiency
redundancy    I have to pee
move to Monorail for more coffee
table rusty hose clamp clamped
around a shaky leg   shake a leg
working copies to C-203 ASAP
fork lift and don’t forget to breathe

8 Comments

Hate to be 'that guy' but that's technically a tow-motor. Sorry. :)

Jesus Christ Case, you wish you were that guy. That's not a Towmotor and you spelled it wrong like Sheetrock and Jello and Xerox and Kleenex and other trade names that people like you adopt...but Towmotor is not one of them unless it actually is a fucking towmotor that warehouse geeks like to toss around in forklift chats around the doughnut donut hole and I'm still waiting for those Cyclone Andiamos or at least some Cyclone boxer briefs.

How about a beer and a catalog. I'll bring them up on Cyclone's brand new towmotor.

You're right, my bad. It's a stacker-truck. :)

Are you high Matt Case?I think Pilder knows what he's talking about. Bring me some beer on that forklift of yours when you come up. Go Pens!

word. and I appreciate the fact that you use your name the way it was intended

Does that mean he's bringing a Case of beer up here?

Got that case of beer, meet up in Echo, OR? Sweet! Milkshake and Mis and Clair and I will be waiting for you two.

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