CHUG THE LUG,
ALL IS GOING ON
The construction guy in his white work suit looks
like a jolly roger, he steps through a plaster cloud
and lights a cigarette. Living on the edge for that.
Up above him a skyloft guy is throwing sheathing
down - there's a dumpster below his point of drop.
That's how these guys work. All for one, and the rest.
Lunch time, which is a pretty fluid designation -
11:00, 11:30, 12:00, no one seems to know - finds
them all again as one, huddled and eating their trays
on a small brick wall. They sit and talk, or stare.
Life is silent and solitary, sometimes, other times , not.