Me working at the foam cutting machine in the factory days of my youth (damn, I forgot to include my long locks of the time).
Fire me because I hate this job the work is menial the owners are snobs my self esteem they are trying to rob
resigning won’t cut it because Centrelink stinks they’ll stop any payments for weeks and weeks so I’m trapped in this lousy job I did not want anyway they forced me to take it though I wanted more pay
but who am I to say I’m worth more pay when the alternative is no welfare paydays while seeking the work I am qualified for as opposed to dismissal or a lost file in a drawer
so I press button one I press button two slicing foam for packaging it’s all I need do when due for a break a mountain of off cuts I climb in my dead time and I bounce on my bum to the tinnitus hum of factory machinery that means nothing to me
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I watched him as we sat upon the deck of the sinking ship the stern about to dip our chairs starting to slip our hands white in their grip he wondered where we would be tomorrow
he stood as fires erupted upon the tilting deck walked around the wreck sought every way to check for escape that he did seek only to find himself on the rails of sorrow
the water now was rushing over both our cold wet feet with no sign of relief in sadness and in grief life’s surging wild thief he told me he wished well for his wife and children
I looked at him I took him into embracing arms no protection here from harm just wishing to disarm anxiety and alarm one last moment of loving calm when going under the waves was the only given
we held each other standing there on the edge of fading hope to the horizon we did look to the water of our grave cold and churning were the waves then into each others eyes resigned to our good byes we held hands before stepping forward
the last things I remember are treading water in my doubt the water in my mouth the imminent blackout wishing I’d never roamed my loved ones left at home wishing I’d never sailed slipping under as strength failed his tired smile as we fell that I forgot to tell him how much I loved him
then came the wings of rescue they winched me up into the sun I the chosen one the sky it turned to gold but I had lost my hold on my brother and my friend who supported me to the end all I could think was how much I’m going to miss him
it’s been ten watery years passing underneath my bridge I’m wasted and I’m damaged with nothing left to salvage I relive our time together the fractured brother tether brothers ever a pair ever together everywhere and here I am still left with no way of knowing
how I can go on without my brothers song days are dark and long I think it’s time I must be going underneath the waves my lonely soft parade in hope that I will find my brother left behind always on my mind I want to join him on death’s seas a rowing together across the waves nothing in it brave just our watery grave and our time together saved
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