I Have a Dayjob

I Have a Dayjob

I have written a story
By putting one foot in front of the other
I make art because I breathe
And I breathe
Because I make art.
I have made music my morning coffee
Trilling like the birds along with toothbrushing hiss
My eyes have opened
And I want more
Than pedestrian footfalls,
Important-sounding office shoes and
"TGIF" celebrations with sickening corporate sugar and extra whipped cream.
It's not all bad, I know
But I wonder now, at this point
If I can make the proper u-turns
To step in line again
Or if I will always be sticking my head out, peering over the shoulder of the man in front of me
Thinking of new words for the colors of the sunset.
7/18/11