1. Landscape Of The Factories
When I was born, I knew nothing better.
Didn't know what I had inherited,
Or that it wasn't genetic to be a shit-kicker.
It was knowing that there was something better
& not knowing how to get to it
that hurt the most.
Every shit-kicker carries a vague dissatisfaction
or unease within, that makes them more productive
& happier closer to payday.
They work harder & harder at nothing
& take it all out on each other & suck
the boss's cock when asked to do so.
But no one ever leaves.
During my early adolescence I had no mother.
She vanished into the landscape of the factories.
For a while I followed her.
I spent my 18th & 21st birthday at lily plastics.
The 24 hr machinery singing.
Machinery having sex. Happy machinery.
The workers loud silence in Monday's bundie line.
'Hey you, beautiful young girl, you got boyfriend?'
It was; simple survival of the toughest.
The middle class movements & 'isms'
Didn't touch the place. |
