punk is an art

barely able to walk from work
pallets and pallets on the dock
full stockroom
full coolers
repo'd the storage shed for more product
rented a refer truck loaded to the brim
and so on
while at least one of the crew's sections is spot on with mere half uboat stock and no holes out front
i guess certain fulltimers were figuring on the first million dollar day in history
yep the familiar suspects
meanwhile i start to like the people i hated
and continue to like those i liked
as i suss out who these hundred new people in my life are
i'm sure a bunch of people still think i'm an asshole
cuz i kind of am
blatantly honest impatient and direct
dripping with disinterest for pretense
quietly maximizing arrogance
yet with growing self-acceptance around it:
punk is an art
and life is short

at the dance check in tonight
when asked to share about new beginnings in my life i said
i come here for a nonverbal space and thats about all i have to say
went on to dance alone awhile
until some surprisingly flirty not unwelcome closeness
with a new dance partner
that is when i wasn't stretching out sore ankles
and shoulders
hips

playing violin hard last night and the gourds
and the commutes up for music
add to the body's twitching stew
people liked the violin at least
hell i liked the violin
for a change

friends keep me sane
the occasional prayer or empathy space

that's all i got