The
Drudgery of Mindless Work
Brace
yourself for another day.
Rub
your eyes until the light fades.
Tucked
away in your own little world,
where
maids do not make the beds.
There
is nothing to smell but the flower
dying
in your hour of contemplation.
Find
a way out to reclaim your life.
Do
not stay until it is to late to live.
A
day here is a day too long. Your
limber
bones have wasted away.
One
fine day the drudgery of mindless
work
will end. Fix yourself a tall drink.
Some
fine day you will be home
and
you will do whatever you desire.
Some
other person will take your place
and
no one will remember you.
They
never really needed you.
So
go on and live without regret.
Luis
Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal
Born
in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los
Angeles. He is the author of Raw Materials (Pygmy Forest Press), Keepers of
Silence (Kendra Steiner Editions), and Make the Water Laugh (Rogue Wolf Press).
His poems were published by Ariel Chart, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and
Zygote in my Coffee.