Labor Day
Weekend is a
good time to
work out some
of this
writers block that’s clogging
my create
holes. So, very, clogged.
Time to hose
it all off and start
fresh, with
new perspectives,
new ideas,
better phrases, and
more general
interest.
To really
get out in the yard and
stretch
those toes out in the grass,
really feel
the world around me and
delve into
the essence of humanness.
Or, pretend
to do those things while
accidentally
spilling your beer while
trying to
explain to the hot but really
disinterested
woman how she should
just give
you a damn chance cause you’re reallyniceandpeoplelikeyoueandtere’snoreasonsheshouldn’ttalktoyou.
A Herculean
task to say the least,
one of Hercules
12 Labor Days I think,
I don’t
really remember the Greek myth
all that
well, something about penance
for
murdering your family after God madness
and not
wearing white or something like that.
See, look at
all that oozing out of my
create hole.
There’s some crustiness too,
but that’ll
ease as the juices start flowing,
and I regret
just writing about flowing juices.
Yes, Labor
Day, deeply rooted in the history
of Chicago
and Greek myth. The Haymarket Riots
and the Pullman
Palace Car Company all in Chicago
helped
solidify the respect workers should receive.
And Hercules
doing all those 12 labors to
assuage his
guilt over murdering his family.
Yes, such a
rich and colorful history we all share.
Whoops,
sorry, spilled my beer a little. So, you come here often?
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