Jan 2004
No. 8
Can't Find a Job
by Jon Mendelsohn
Pre-Medicine; Hunter College
I wake up each day with a hope of some word
by e-mail, fax, or the post
that my time here at home in this God-awful job
will blossom to something like hope
In my daydreams I'll dazzle I get fifteen calls
from New York, Bean-town or D.C.
with voices that beg me to come for a meet
just formality -- they say to be sweet
I recline at their office and chat with the boss
while dining on lobster and figs
he toasts cool champagne to their fine worthy choice
"let's welcome this lad to our biz"
I wake up each day with a hope of some word
by e-mail fax or the post
that my time here at home in this God-awful job
will blossom to something like hope
The pensive look of self loathing intrigues me toward her
She dims while falling deeper to its pull
Like the dissipation of a rainbow, all beauty is lost
Gray skies envelop once wondrous potential
I draw further into this pain, seeking my own solution
Nights of terror have brought me here
staring at her now
Like a blindfold removed I find my way
Her discontent my guiding North Star
"This is me"
Green painted metal - what an odd phrase,
but this color is one that definitely stays.
This alloy welcomes its rustic shine,
and why not? - the hue suits it just fine.
Don't you think you'd benefit from a
rustic metallic paint job?
Yes!
So why don't others enjoy its drippy-down
globs?
Imagine this site: a water balloon war,
but with green metal paint! ...wait...
the laundry after - dear me! - my mom would
just faint.
A vision!, tubs of greeny paint under
the Christmas Tree! - oh wow, this would
bring me such glee -
and to think, metallic green paint is only found on poles and the Statue of Liberty!
To be still is to know Peace
Anger is loud, barking throughout life
Quiet
Live in this truth I breathe
Reflect what you already know
The clock of life hangs on the wall
Some abide in subtle ticks and tocks
Listen now
Others find agony in gongs
Poundings that swell the mind
We are the seers and choosers
Searching for our birthright
There are others
Arjun fought for clarity on bloodstained fields
Siddhartha for light beside a river
Reside in the certainty that stirs within
It is found only in the silent wind
Be still for now
Find life in the hidden depths
This treasure is You