Friday, September 3, 2010

The Jobholder

by David Ingnatow
I stand in the rain waiting for my bus
and in the bus I wait for my stop.
I get let off and go to work
where I wait for the day to end
and then go home, waiting for the bus,
of course, and my stop.

And at home I read and wait
for my hour to go to bed
and I wait for the day I can retire
and wait for my turn to die. 
From At My Ease: Uncollected Poems of the Fifties and Sixties. © BOA Editions, Ltd., 1998.

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