Not the Big Dog

My name’s not on the building’s door

In no meeting do I hold the floor

I’m not the CEO or even Boss

I share no gain, but absorb all loss

 

No business plan is authored by me

To the various locks I hold no key

Each workday begins with new complaints

Challenges, failures, and imposed restraints

 

I can pay no bill, I sign no check

Yet on my shoulders falls each wreck

The direction to success lies so near

I voice it often, load and clear

 

They tell me; “clean up every mess,

that precludes advances and success”

But despite how they rant and rail

I’m not the dog, I’m just the tail

©copyright 2015 Marty Vandermolen

Future Release

Too many,

with far too little time;

the days crush one against another,

pressing, forming, filling all of the possible moments.


Suns rise,

moons set,

tides ebb,

and still the meager time eludes.


Once a future

bright with seductive promise

of unknown pleasure has faded

into the pattern of joyless existence


Physical demands

mean nothing,

pain has ceased to

exist.


Life;

extends beyond the horizon

but is shaded with the light

of a setting sun.


Emotional wounds

weep long after the tearing injury,

drenching each day

with vile stickiness.


Healing is prolonged,

messy, demanding;

all the while the mind and body reach

for the promise of future release.

©2012 copyright Marty Vandermolen All Rights Reserved