I wanted to write about disappointment,
About my lack of laurels this Labor Day,
About the loss of a decade to the bottle,
About the lost dreams of childhood.
/
I wanted to write about being twelve years old
And listening to a song about dreams
And where they end and feeling
With deep sadness that they really
Don’t turn out in the end.
About trying to live hopelessly because
Hope creates disappointment
And disappointment causes Death.
/
I wanted to write about Labor Day,
About my inability to work in the world.
About chronic insomnia, about
Everybody being broke and hungry
While they’re featuring “the billionaires”
This month in Fortune magazine,
About the loss of Love.
/
I wanted to write about a lot of things
But I had no choice in the matter, because
Regardless of what I wanted to write,
This poem was going to be about
Feeling shame on Labor Day this 2002.
/
Uncle Larry Songs and Poems 