new age writing


tangled and misused

foul arguments filled with angst

horrors splintered out

verbal lashings spit for hurt

hard to repair damages done

© Dicky J Loweman 2014



Today is a Friday.  Last day of the week to find work.  I rummage through want ads, circling those which are conducive to my lifestyle.  I eat, shower and dress.  I smile at myself for looking this well-groomed.  I grab my keys, but stop at the door.  I go back to the kitchen and pour a stong drink.  No sense in going now.  No one will hire a guy who’s been drinking.  Well, there’s always Monday.

© Dicky J Loweman 2014