Posts tagged ‘mundane’

February 11, 2013

mundane details of a life – part two

by jhon baker

I have to mail out a few letters

in the morning –

one to a banker that

I forgot to mail this morning,

one to a friend who doesn’t write back often

and some submissions with SASE all ready for



all this makes me think

of how I miss adjusting the carburetor

in the driveway nearly everyday

so the car would run well enough

to get me to and from work waiting tables

at some chain restaurant on the verge of going bankrupt

where they didn’t care if you shaved that day or not

and most days I didn’t shave and smelled like gasoline

and used oil.


I eventually grew a beard so I wouldn’t have to shave at all

and quit the restaurant for less demeaning work

elsewhere but never found any

just more jobs and surviving

just over broke

renting rooms or couches

or spending late nights at doughnut shops

so I wouldn’t have to go anywhere

and those places never close

even though they had locks on all the doors.


but today I have to make sure that I mail

out these letters and that one to the banker

about bond funds and such

these are things I don’t really pay attention to

–       at least not yet

and my car is fuel injected and almost new

and my son asks me

if I regret anything in life – he’s nine –

and I don’t know what to tell him.




– Hoc Scripsi

February 10, 2013

mundane details of a life – part one

by jhon baker

I was sick one day last week

but by the morning I felt fine

from puking to nearly running a marathon

in twelve hours – a new record


I watched television earlier

and could not tell you what was on

for as much as I was paying attention

but I ate a peanut butter and jelly for lunch

then pie – cherry pie with ice cream

and by one o’clock was back to this.


I left the house four times this previous week

all for other people and as for myself

I am staying home today

while the wife is ill and naps

and the boy practices his guitar

and dances.


I have a short leg and therefore

wear a prosthetic lift

and I limp

which adds to my menace.


– hoc scripsi

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