Line and Sinker

I joke a lot about my big toes clown it up hardy har har spin my maiming into attempts at hilarity pull up the pictures to nauseate friends make light of the little piggies’ abrupt freakishness how repulsive a woman would undoubtedly find them the sheer fright they’d give a young child to behold gallows kind of stuff with emphatic bitter edge but when I scrub them in the shower at night stare down at whilst seated upon the the commode I’m not laughing if you’ve ever been permanently disfigured in some conspicuous noticeable way from an injury suffered on the worksite of a lowly minimum waged menial job during performance of routine duties in a manner which could easily have been prevented via better training, equipment, oversight, application of PPE adherence to proper OSHA regulations and furthermore to your knowledge since your wounding policies which caused it remain in place if you’ve been unable to afford even getting the most basic ‘look-see’ appraisal of the damage by a medical professional in reality it ain’t all that funny at every place I work I hear this one so very often

under an oak
counting for
the thunder

Jerome Berglund

Line and Sinker

One thought on “Line and Sinker

  1. I started to read this in the email and knew before I reached the end that this was a Jerome-haibun. You always write yourself and true to yourself. Perfect poem wrapping it all up.

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