Holland reference. Hot dog reference.
Don Quixote reference. Me, he, and
Sancho Panza tilting towards the tee,
each hoping to shoot better than par 3,
a dollar per hole and five overall,
competitive in this child’s fantasy
world, birthday party bunch two…
“I like your shirt. You always have the coolest ones.”
The friend who had said that spoke from the edge of a larger gathering in the corner of a bar, but they were all paying attention. Most of them nodded in agreement; none sneered or otherwise openly…
Song of the Break Room http://wp.me/su0Aq-6798
I celebrate the break room. I sing of the break room.
I loiter at its table, in a chair from the conference room.
The original chairs have collapsed under the weight of lunchtime levity.
I lean and loaf at my ease observing the box of Munchkins left…
Just as Star maps turn
Atlantic tides turn
East Indies a fool’s errand
The ocean eaten by days
The crew by disbelief
The intrepid explorer
Him, faithful, relentless
Some half-eaten meal
As the Santa Maria
Listed, And the glitter