Nine to Five

Belly full of ravioli
and a cigarette out back
before the hammer comes down

Taxed to death
awake in a dust-filled room

insomniacs and bus drivers
with holes in their shoes

Stealing hours like bread

while WASPs with gumball machine teeth
pump seed into corpse-skinned ex-debutantes

your wallet hammered to a cross

somewhere in North Carolina

© 2009 Lee Kitzis

My Days are Spent (for Joanna)

My days are spent
around Japanese businessmen
assholes from Oklahoma
trophy wives
the homeless
all of which
would be better off in a mud-hut in Sri Lanka
or as a haiku poet in the Himalayan mountains
or the hills of North Carolina
finding love
in a back-up catcher
for the Durham Bulls
my days are spent like this
when I’m not lying awake
waiting for the next
asshole from Oklahoma
and for some reason
I wouldn’t trade it
for all the nice guys in Duluth
or you
and when I have the next bum
yelling in my ear
I might think about your sun-dress
or your bi-polar Polish mother
and miss you a little
until he gets his pint of gin
and takes off
and I’ll feel better
and that’s how my days are spent
long
and fine

© 2007 Lee Kitzis