"I was born on a Sunday
            "By Thursday I was out on the job."
                                  John Fogerty

The alarm at six
is like flesh tearing.
The first foot forward
may as well be treading
hot coals. It is the
movement outward,
the interlocking with
the world which is wearisome.
By five there's a brown
spot on my soul,
like a bruise on an apple,
like the first sign
of cancerous growth.
For this the shekels
which pay for potpies
and satellite and the
Hewlett Packard
on which this is forged.  
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