after working like one of those
first social work jobs after having
just got married head over heels
madly in love on school st. in newport
rhode island spending the whole day
driving back & forth over that long
narragansett bay bridge to the boys
group homes & shelters in providence
due to kids pretty much being abused
& neglected, deserted & abandoned
& when the day at last is finally over
that blinding sun in bumpadabumpa
lowers its dome & sluggishly head
back home where i feel from a sixth
sense experience previous existence
someone on my shoulder eventually
getting ticketed & taken off the road
by this rookie cop boasting how he's
been following me since the highway
as if he was so proud of himself &
some kind of hero (you wondering
who's the real criminal) having no
idea how you've been working all
day with hurt kids trying to hurt
themselves & others until i now
have to absurdly cautiously paranoid
exhausted watch my back & return
back home down that dark gravely
country road where my new young
lovely wife is just waiting for me
with the light on in the kitchen
having had made me supper
expressing how worried &
concerned she was & kept
it warm & what went wrong
as took me so long & blood
shot down on my luck just
sick of it all didn't even know
where to begin as just like
those battered kids feeling
numb dumb all over simply
knowing it just never ends.
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