Saturday, December 15, 2018
Huddled etc Masses
Lamp her heavy lifting
o’er industrial mud
streaked chemical
green. So we'll piss
on a derelict door
mid teeming refuse.
Making it gold thus.
Labels: abandoned ideals, ideals, industrial, junk, junkyard, Lady Liberty, pollution, Statue of Liberty
Monday, October 03, 2016
In the Red Basement
Mox was chipper when the shitstorm hit.
Just getting out of his car.
Why didn't he climb back in?
The company remotely locked all cars
until quitting time!
He suffered the blinding hundred yards to the entrance.
Head appeared! And ordered him stripped and hosed off in the red basement.
The men proved fine, laughing, but the women grimly turned their streams onto his genitals.
Head stopped that. "Object is get the stink off, not to hear shrieks."
Then the women requested he be put in a dress.
Head laughed, and ordered up a fluffy white robe.
Which Mox worked in all day long, attaining
celebrity status.
The women grumbled that the place was losing its fun.
Labels: abuse, and women at work, company, female-male abuse, industrial, men, shit storm, working conditions
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Colors of Injuries
He was hired in the factory for his ability to climb the highest
machines and perform the necessary adjustments and repairs.
If it were a tree, he'd beat an ape up it!
Pretty much a solo act, his life assumed a routine where he went
from huge machine to huge machine.
Until an airhose went crazy one fateful day and sent him pinballing
down the supportive fretwork of the largest monster there.
The foreman expected him to be dead, but he sprung up and did
stretching exercises. His face, however, remained purple and he
was bruised all over.
Thence the nickname, Bruise.
Bruise refused to go the infirmary back then. Indeed climbed
back up and secured the mad airhose. Wiry as ever!
The foreman was so grateful that Bruise avoided the doctor, because his department had the worst safety record, that he kept nudging him up until he reached the top of his pay grade.
His fellow workers had insisted that he should sue, but Bruise never
did anything to divert him from his chosen mission.
Later, after an auto accident, he did find it convenient to sue, and
settle for a large amount. “Put you on the stand and no jury
would hand you less than a million!” his lawyer affirmed.
By some medical miracle or other, the bruises never faded and
always looked fresh.
He resembled a newly-tattooed man if all the tattoos were shades
of purple. The areas between the bruises got multi-hued.
His wife divorced him, becoming sick at the sight of it all.
But now, Glads has moved in. "I like the look of him in bed.
Sorta all colors!"
Labels: bruise, bruising, factory, hazard, industrial, industrial accident, Law, medical miracle, tattoo, worker
