Daily Poem

February 26, 2010

Exit the forward thinking criminal

Tomorrow I will wipe my desk clean

Like a forward thinking criminal


I will pull myself from the walls,

And gather the thumbtacks

In a close-minded cluster

On the empty grey cork


I will sift myself from a hard-drive

Scrape the tallow into my backpack

And sling it over my shoulder

Like an explorer

Like a God-damn explorer


Then I will fill a box

—Of course I will fill a box—

(I’ve had it picked out for weeks)


A banker’s box

with Cut-out handles

And a crisp blue stripe


I’ll hold it low with both hands

Like it’s heavier than it really is

And I’ll press backwards through

The front door

Of an office where I once used to work

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