During One Moment on a Break from the Work

I say it happens often
just to show you how sick I am,
but this doesn’t happen often:

I was having a decent day,
but suddenly lost
in the middle of a field
called an ocean,

And all of the pipes started bursting,
I mean blowing up, and spewing sewage
broken pipes and stuff, liquid fog balloons going
all around my insides in chaotic frenzy.

If this happened at my place,
I would walk down the ice-covered
streets, homeless again, lacking a soul
with carpet that has the stale flooded smell.

But it happened at work, and I say pull
yourself together, son.
you work for a living, so don’t
worry about the floods of agony.

American Culture, Day Job, Death, Depression, Fear, Flood, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Take Me To The Hospital

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#1 by Carl D'Agostino on May 22, 2012 - 11:09 pm

I can smell the carpet – happened to me. When we got that trap open at foundation of place you would not believe the stuff my daughter had flushed.

- #2 by Carl on May 26, 2012 - 7:29 am
  
  I would believe! What if all of that is inside of me?
  
  - #3 by Carl D'Agostino on June 22, 2012 - 10:51 am
    
    We all have some I suppose. It’s how we evacuate it or not amass in the first place. Some will always find a way to invades us. For my kid, it was just her careless lack of responsibility and dismissal of possible consequences. She’s 29 now and the toilet thing was when she was 13.(I’m Italian. We carry resentments beyond the grave). Has her own kids who deposit their clutter on her . Ah there is a God.
    
#4 by Val on May 23, 2012 - 11:14 am

Yes, it’s a shock when the emotions we experience in our lives at home suddenly show themselves in a situation in which we need (or feel we need) to keep them hidden.

- #5 by Carl on May 26, 2012 - 7:30 am
  
  Or they are so hidden, we don’t know where they are… Thank you for your comment.
  
- #6 by Carl D'Agostino on May 26, 2012 - 7:38 am
  
  Hi Val
  
#7 by halfwaybetweenthegutter on May 23, 2012 - 2:51 pm

I absolutely love the different meanings you can read into this.

- #8 by Carl on May 26, 2012 - 7:31 am
  
  Thank you for your comment. Triple entendres, right?
  
#9 by Evelyn on May 23, 2012 - 5:10 pm

this is tight and lucid.
perfect piece.

- #10 by Carl on May 26, 2012 - 7:32 am
  
  That is a very nice comment from you. I feel fortunate. Thank you for reading and commenting.
  
#11 by artyelf on June 2, 2012 - 7:50 pm

I’ve just been trawling through your work, your beautiful writing.
I just wanted to say, you’re speaking to me.
The lines, ‘liquid fog balloons going all around my insides in chaotic frenzy’ – perfect imagery!
Thank You

- #12 by Carl on June 4, 2012 - 9:34 pm
  
  You comment is very kind and I appreciate it. I am lucky that you hear the voice. Thank you!

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