Poem -

Compositing

Compositing

In Canada Industrial Schools are called
Composite Schools. 
I have no composing stick
with an adjustable tray
to put my type in.
 
Those who work  the printing presses
are called compositors.
Thank God, 
or the inventor,
of the desk top
and lap top word processors.
 
Sometimes the writing flows,
sometimes I look at the paper and
beads of blood blossom on my forehead.
 
It beats painting houses,
roofing, 
delivering frozen seafood door to door, 
or working at U.P.S. loading  the middle blue
assembly line cage
 
    continuously circling
    like a kiddie coaster at loading docks
    of the famous ugly brown trucks.  
 
Sometimes after a nap or good night’s sleep,
it comes together for me.
 
Creating composite or compost? 
This poem is not the
best or worst I have written.
 

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Christopher Correia

you always harness some relevant thoughts, James, interesting perspective....good read

'Sometimes the writing flows,
sometimes I look at the paper and
beads of blood blossom on my forehead.'

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