When I go to work,
Created | Updated Oct 22, 2005
I ache to draw, play music, or write
but there is no place in the work world
away from the desk jobs to do these things.
I comfort myself by writing aphorisms on painted posts
by my work area,
or making little drawings.
I write odd warning signs and tape them to the furnace
room refrigerator.
and I hear music in my head while my ears are plugged,
and the factory is filled with industrial noise.
but none of the music I hear is my own.
and I'm growing deaf.