The Last Roof (3)

Neal Bailey

Today is the first roof of the rest of your life

Take the tile by the horns and

Hang in there

I have learned sarcasm

In my late twenties

It was there in my teens

Now it has experience

For added sigh

As I take the measurement for the ninth roof

I don’t feel like citing the last two poems

I don’t feel like happy citations of random

Occurrences of anger while at work

I feel like punching the American Dream

Right in the mush

I feel like walking off the site

I feel like going on strike on myself

First the guilt of being a writer

Then anger at not getting published

Then anger at working construction

Then guilt at not being fast enough to get back

To that guilt of being a writer

So this is the last complaint you’ll hear from me

For a while

If you see me writing

Get a light bulb out of an ass with electricity

Fuck a donkey without lube

Eat a, ah

Fuck this shit.

Really.