it would be work

                             It would be work going to see her early Summer mornings
                             riding the regional rail out the city outskirts
                             beneath dry auburn skies
                             it was hard finding work, making ends meet and
                             staying drunk most the time
                            for her I temporarily lived and
                            for her I'd passionately die
                            lord, how I've grown to hate her as time passes by as
                            fallen ashes of lifeless smoke tears at her reddened eyne
                            amid darkened rooms, shuttered windows collect ashen dust,
                            curtains drawn drearily
                            limbs grown pale and feeble
                            knowing not what we do half the time,
                            it would be work packing my stuff into cardboard boxes,
                            recklessly hurling them into the back of a U-Haul truck on
                            the hottest day of August
                            it would be work getting to the liquor store that night before closing
                            keeping up the monthly rent,
                            maintaining whatever it was I could maintain
                            it would be work getting over her and
                             being a man about it
                            it would be work getting sober and
                            not pissing away the second half of my life as I did the first
                            it would be work considering other people rather than myself
                            it would be work not telling the world to go fuck itself
                            as I so badly want to do some of the time,
                            well most of the time
                            when I"m
                            at
                            work