pre writing

starting to write a story

i am a sestina

I slam poetry and wash away whiskey rainstorms.  Riding bikes through
vinicultural avenues.  Puppies hiking in backyard adventures.
Concerts in musical motion.  These are a few of my favorite
things...

I strive for things.  Seeing the lightning in a rainstorm.  Hearing
the thunder from distant avenues.  Meeting a friendly foreign face
while adventuring.  Touch the world as it spins in
motion...

My sickness is caused by hurt emotion.  It is not from a physical
thing. It can not be washed away by rainstorms.  The sickening is from
corporate avenues.  As they plot demise, stop their
adventure...

This is my daydream adventure.  To spin love like a record in motion.
To find that new something.  And let it be the double rainbow during
the rainstorm.  But to take your hand and walk down the ave and
view...

This is my avenue.  It cant always be adventure.  Drive slowly
emotion.  Listen and seek the something.  Dont get down by the rain or
the storm...

Life is the motion, not the rainstorm, walk the avenue, find something
in the adventure

I wish I was fired

I am torn with the possibility of being fired and at first I didn't know what to think, but now as I am counting down the hours to meet my sentence, I wish I was fired.  I don't want to have had my boss fight for my job, I don't want HR to appreciate the little things I have done.  I want them to take the side of justice and fire me, so I can finally move on with my life.  There are times when jobs are just in the way of your economic, physical, mental, social and professional growth.  It wouldn't seem like it was something I should think or feel as it is my financial livelihood, but this job has caused me more mental anguish and I think it is time for me to pass the torch.