ditch,

the poetry that matters

Wayne Mason

Wayne Mason is a writer, sound artist and factory worker from central Florida. His work has been featured in Zygote In My Coffee, Thieves Jargon, Pemmican, Underground Voices, Decomp, Red Fez, and My Favorite Bullet to name a few. He is author of several chapbooks published by Erbacce Press, Covert Press, and Scintillating Publications. The most recent, Poet Laureate Of A Dirty Garage is now available from Erbacce Press.

 

 

1

I hustling
worker the
earth

I have
hazy gray
illusion

I a Buddha
drunk and
crazy

I got your
tragic poet
right here



2

Dawn arrives
too empty
sky melting
into heavy
steel factory

People beat
stretching
dull moan
slaved the
impoverished

We zip by
the faceless
early morning
right beyond
existence

Let’s give
America
a strand
of sunlight




3

America
whirring
and hissing
hydraulic
pneumatic

This shit
of sunlight
peeking
memory
whispering
nodding

Sober
little
mosaic
burst
wide
open



4

Bones of
spirituality
the dawn
of a new
direction

The saddest
part is that
everyone is
just a brand

Now
there is
nothing
but factory
blues and
head full
of  pain






5

Outside
this room
this factory

Melancholy
smoking
cigarettes

Watching
the clock

The only
part of this
machine
that feels
any

pain




6

Dirty here
meditating
inside

Being a
Buddha
overnight

This is me
everyone
nowhere
bidding
farewell

There is
nothing

 

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