For Whom II

When I leave my job for the last time, whether
fired or quitting triumphant for a moment, either
looking forward to a new job until the same
disappointment there sets in or
going away forever from work altogether,
more on that later, I wonder whether
anyone will remark or recall how I
rapped a knuckle on the metal
tubes and rails in the elevators
to create a sound not unlike a train bell or the bell on a buoy offshore,
a distant faint resonating ringing,
far-off forlorn resonance in a closed space.

KLK

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5A3U4SaFrw

POP QUIZ

Needle in a
Haystack:

Metal detector
Or
Send a thread.

What's your
Answer?


KLK
01/02/2015

Shopping for Meaning

Parking is always a problem
Even here in the middle of nowhere
A place we make as we go along

Having locked the doors
Walking away without looking back
We come to the crowds

Some going this way others that
And I remember when this place was different
And I was different too

All the stores now something other than they were
Some having changed several times
Except this door

The smell of popcorn
As I pass the movie house
You will find your own direction here

Even in the empty space you see
No one and nothing but your keys
Surrounded by a throng in a full lot

All trying to remember where they are
Going and where they parked
The smell of rancid butter

And stale memories moving
All along the old renewed
Cards activated ready for use

KLK
01/26/15