Paycheck To Raincheck

now you've given
yourself a fever
smart guy
trying to work

an extra week

on the weekend

now
I've got the chills

amazingly

mercifully

it's been a quiet

shift and my bed

is just another

three hours away

I line them up in front of me

in segments of 8, 12 or 16

and then I look for more

I scramble

for crumbs

while dreaming

I am a vagabond

always walking away

to find a better

adventure

only to find myself

startled by every

child's laugh

or cry

and

haunted by

colored

memories of home

some version of home

it's

a helluva

thing