|Mr. Jones and Me|
by Julian X  /  poetry  /  28 Jul 2007
On TV today the NYSE. Lexus sponsors the Super Bowl.
My newspaper tells me about a new safer bicycle
at four hundred dollars a pop.
I had to stay late at work today. My body dripped
with sweat. I was sick but went in anyway. Can’t
afford to miss. Can’t
survive getting axed.
I’ll never go to Harvard. I’ll never go to Yale.
My bills are stamped “No Paris.” My student loans
are stamped “No London.”
I felt sad today so,
as I filled my tank with gas,
I charged myself a soda that cost another fifth of an hour of my life
or a third after tax.
I watched a film today. It said this is a free
country and my heart swelled. The days of slavery
I’ll never go to Rome. I’ll never go to Prague.
My rent check is stamped “No French Lessons.” My car insurance
is stamped “No Dining Out.”
I remember Charles Dickens
from when I was forced to read
by a barely literate high school teacher. The days of indentured servitude
I remember that biased sketch
of history that I memorized for my
“A.” When labor unions were necessary. The industrial revolution
I’ll never go to Nashville. I’ll never go to L.A.
My phone bill is stamped “No Computer.” My heath care
is stamped “No Movies.”
A new Indian restaurant opened. I heard it on
TV. TV is free.
But it makes me want to buy athletic shoes.
My street’s stop sign has bullet holes. But
today on TV I heard the man
say we’re the only superpower left.
I’ll never see The Parthenon. I’ll never see The Statue of Liberty.
My water bill screams “No Clean Clothes.” My legal fees scream
“No Car Maintenance.”
I heard that corporations patent ideas,
like medical procedures for our hearts
and things like that.
I saw an interview with a Native American and got
They want a good life
and it’s only going to come out of mine.
On the bus ride home from work. I read a magazine
while squashed between two smelly men. There are five
good Merlots under thirty bucks apiece.
The man on TV told me the economy’s the best in the world and
I’m a loser if I can’t buy that car and
I’m a loser if I can’t buy those clothes.
I’ll never see The White House or Congress.
The Dow was up today.
I’ll never go to Moscow.
Tipping’s twenty percent but the lottery’s higher tomorrow.
Sometimes I have a beer and feel a
Christmas is coming soon.
Yesterday my girlfriend wanted something.
And my kid still wants that toy.
But condoms cost money.
And the free ones cost gas.
He asked yesterday when I would be home. I haven’t played
with him for days. I haven’t talked
with him for days. But some things are more important, like food
and those commercials.
And my parents are
in a dirty home, where people are paid
to nurse neglect,
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