orphan endorphin

day before blusterday
up at 7
at work at 9, for 8 hours
working hard,
20 feet up a ladder
under the eaves
over the rose thorns
get on the bus back home
hey, dad! my sweet 16
surprises me
there by Reed College
there where i had the key
to the kingmaker's place
for months and months during that fall
of mothball sequestration
day before hester prynne
hid in the split rock
and came back from 6 years
raised by the Indians
who done in her maw
winners don't get sidetracked
get home with most of paycheck,
storm door blowing
glass shards of sound across the
extinct or dormant volcano
wham
wham
the notes all ignored, the music bad.
working hard at good energy
as hippies say
as parents say
as teachers say, to hustlers cons& chameleons.
finally in my room, my space
slam slam wham
shhh it's "home"
landing her grocery
cans of soup on the counter
like an enraged wide body airplane out of diesel,
bumping down hard
oh me oh my O's
about being at the DMV
"all the dew doh day"
having a hissy fit,
putting all peace on men
on pause, the most minstrel
lost-partum kindness.
Lil' OrFun granny
dressed up for Vegas Warbucks,
her whipped boy
with the fat wallet.
LOSER, "little bitch"
tickles the funny bone just in time
to scum the film off this filthy soup.
thank good nest
thank still water
thank you mom and dad
thank you 3 mountains
we can weather It.