The Lark
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The Lark

Cessna Noon

A poem by Dash MacIntyre

(Photo by Cody Fitzgerald)

The weekday shifts pass slow but the weeks sprint swift
and the months have yet more haste
as my youth dissolves in the daily poison shake
of blue-collar work only drinking helps forget
and erase from consideration the thousands of days
I’ve already used up so I pound a beer
order shots for the after-work crew and start beer two
and accept the favor returns so in twenty-five minutes
I am veritably tanked and the night is an infant still
but its remainder is black next morning shipwreck washed up
on cracked banks of dried up memory seas
and my stomach must be resuscitated slowly
writhing around in thin bedsheets and empty bottles of rum
while slowly the cessna noon floats overhead and stalls
as my headache lashes out to secure its coup d’état
ordering me up on my feet to dress for work.



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Dash MacIntyre

Dash MacIntyre

Comedian, political satirist, and poet. Created The Halfway Post, and is publishing comedy lots of places. Follow THP on Twitter to read my Dada journalism.