Sisyphus’s Aide

You call this an opportunity?

It’s more like a post

     behind enemy lines

where I find myself

     running ahead, falling behind

I’m not so sure it’s

     worth the effort or  the time.

What is it that we do,

     me and you?

Seems everyone around here does it too.

I should have checked

     the fine print in the ad, like I been told

“Tired of your Job?

     Find a new career in Rock and Roll.”

© 2008 henry toromoreno


in the back and bottom of my home

     where one might put a dungeon

     if it were really a castle

next to the beast that warms the air and water

of this tiny rural fortress

where the washer and dryer reside

     I hung sheet rock

     built shelves with imperfect corners

     for my collection of salvaged books

     and put a table and chair

     where I could read and write

like the prisoner to words that I am.

© 2008 henry toromoreno

the volunteers

written Sept. 12, 2001


watching first

          in disbelief and then in horror

and then again

          in helpless disbelief

they scrambled to their feet

         remembering their faith and fingernails

         went running for their hardhats

         and baseball caps

         leaving behind their credit cards

         and writing their names and social security numbers

         on their arms and other body parts

those who were too far to help

        opened up their veins one pint at a time

       against the day’s awful scene.

And in the aftermath

the following days

it was the volunteers who filled our screens. 

© 2008 henry toromoreno