At some Point i met Mona at the shaw. Since our relationship was critical to my existence during the unionization process i've decided to share these poems of an addict addicted to an addict, which i find beautiful and poignant. Let's call them love work poems.

Dwiddle Dee Dumb

she said look and turned to twiddle the neck of a turkey
the touching was sexual, playful and he grinned
he took a step back and watched this cream colored child laugh
surrounded by 1000 peoples leftovers, smelly garbage cans
and noticed the joy that radiated from her gleaming eye

As theysay; it's a long way to kansas
but at least now he had reason to make it
through the day and maybe through the night

he brushed the leftover potatoes into a grey can
stacked the plates, dumped the utensils into a blue tray
and made way for the next hundred plates

trapped behind steel girders, dressed in white
brown shoes ruined by dank water...it was good to feel

love.

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The stars hang
in all the right places
as i think of a beautiful
young cree who has
shared my bed
two of the last three

and we lay
on a bare mattress
radiator hissing
fireplace black

and she drank me
as horns blasted skull
and rocks thrown
yesterday

ripped chest

i shuddered
she smiled
and pulled me to
her embrace

i blushed and out my horns away.