{"id":2116,"date":"2014-01-12T00:26:54","date_gmt":"2014-01-12T00:26:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=2116"},"modified":"2017-07-11T21:36:07","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T21:36:07","slug":"monday-doug-draime","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/monday-doug-draime\/","title":{"rendered":"Monday by Doug Draime"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/dougdr.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-2118 lazyload\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/dougdr.jpg\" alt=\"dougdr\" width=\"725\" height=\"527\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/dougdr.jpg 1209w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/dougdr-300x218.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/dougdr-1024x744.jpg 1024w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 725px) 100vw, 725px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 725px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 725\/527;\" \/><\/a><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">Monday<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by\u00a0Doug Draime<\/p>\n<p>I take off my boots and place<br \/>\nthem on the floor in front of me. My<br \/>\nfeet burn and sting and my back is in<br \/>\na vase of torment. It\u2019s now 8:30 PM<br \/>\nand I\u2019ve been up since 6 AM<br \/>\nworking two different manual laboring<br \/>\njobs, which barely<br \/>\nkeep me in the game. I\u2019ve<br \/>\nmade love to Carol<br \/>\nas the sun rose over<br \/>\nthe mountains surrounding us. I\u2019ve<br \/>\nwritten 2 poems. I\u2019ve talked to<br \/>\na friend who failed his audition again<br \/>\nat the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. I\u2019ve watched a little girl not<br \/>\nmore than 3 play hide and seek with<br \/>\nme, her beautiful face, her big brown eyes<br \/>\nlaughing and jumping<br \/>\nin the beauty shop window<br \/>\nacross the street from one of my jobs. I\u2019ve read some<br \/>\nAmira Baraka and<br \/>\nThe San Francisco Chronicle<br \/>\nfrom cover to cover. I\u2019ve sent poems off to a friend in town<br \/>\nwho publishes an alternative newspaper and I\u2019ve<br \/>\nsent poems to 4 poetry magazines. I\u2019ve discussed<br \/>\nthe meaning of life and Christ<br \/>\nwith an aspiring cretin. I\u2019ve talked to my sons on the phone<br \/>\nand heard my ex-wife in the background<br \/>\nscreaming in anger, asking what I<br \/>\nwanted. I\u2019ve watched the storm<br \/>\nclouds come slowly,<br \/>\nthe rain begin to fall. The dog<br \/>\ncurls up near my feet and Carol walks<br \/>\nby flossing and brushing her teeth, talking<br \/>\nto him. And as she finishes and begins<br \/>\nto wash the dishes,<br \/>\nthe thunder cracks<br \/>\nlike a cat-o\u2019-nine-tails and lightning<br \/>\nis illuminating the mountains surrounding us.<\/p>\n<p>###<br \/>\nDoug Draime&#8217;s most recent book is More Than The Alley, released in 2012 by Interior Noise Press. Also available are five chapbooks: Dusk With Carol (Kendra Steiner Editions), Rock &#8216;n<br \/>\nRoll Jizz (Alternating Current Books), Los Angeles Terminal: Poems 1971-1980 (Covert Press), two online chaps: Speed of Light (Right Hand Pointing), Stoned On A Poco Stick (Zygote In My Coffee). Draime has been<br \/>\nnominated for several Pushcart Prizes. He lives with his wife and family on the outskirts of Medford, Oregon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Monday by\u00a0Doug Draime I take off my boots and place them on the floor in front of me. My feet burn and sting and my back is in a vase of torment. 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