Category: New Poems: workings and beginnings.

-do you have five hundred hours? The kid asked me.

-what do you mean? I replied back

– Five hundred hours of working in the kitchen.

– Why does that matter?

-cause then I can make more money.

-how that? I asked back.
Does it really matter 500 hundred hours,
500 hundred days,
Even 500 hundred weeks.
I’ve done it all
But that’s not how you make more money in the kitchen,
Or even rise in the kitchen.

-what do you mean?

-it’s easy. If you want to ride in the kitchen,
And make more money.
When your, say, working on fry,
And you got nothing to do.
You can ask to the person on saute,
Or grill, or anybody in the kitchen,
Even the chef,
What you can do to help.

-and what does that matter?

-it’s simple.
If you help other people in the kitchen
You learn.
You gain repect.
You rise.

I wake up.

In a factory
Future
I’m in the resistance 
Carry a different pass, 
the name is different 
Than what is on my hand.
I  had been going in 
and sabotaging it.
The place was on lock down.
I had to go through some extra security check.
This time
These two women 
Took me under their wing.
Saying, 
We can get through in numbers.
Confuse it.
All showing are it’s at the same time.
We show em our names
 on the right hand at the same time.

(Interesting thing, i remember
I had gone back and forth,
To staircase
And elevator.
For a little while
Trying to find the place of less resistance 
That’s when i ran into the two women.
I went to highschool with them.

Also, the factory and everything was run by robots)

Putting cream in the meringue?
selling them on the streets
In athens.
Lemon meringue.
Seems it was able to sit out in the sun
Without melting.

What ever
Going back to sleep

(Just so people who don’t know how meringue is made.
It is at always done with whipped egg whites.
And Sugar. Maybe some flavour, but…

You won’t put cream in it.

It wouldn’t be meringue.)