I reconstruct the day: tell him how the electrical contractor
completely fucked up a run of wire.

After my manager asks, if the job isn’t done then why are you heading home?

We stood together, my son and i, in that 130 acre park looking 

for descendants, for those who slashed through 

entire mountain ranges and populated outcroppings, 

those who meander like stoney walls 

Self-Portrait as the Trembling Giant

We expected our entertainment to save us. 

It won’t. Not between these hills,

under these watchful eyes;

the oak scattered across the sky, 

shatters in my hands.

What's the Point?

And over the throttled hum of compressors

my coworker tells me

about the brain eating amoeba.

Under the David's Sunflower Seeds processing line

Sometimes when we role-play

my wife lets me be David Koresh;

daniel j flosi

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