real things

you can find truth
in the peel of an orange.
can read about it on the back
of cereal boxes.
everything is truth.

reality
is what days look like
(but without the
fog.)
in reality
voices
swell and sound waves
do not cross
anymore.

this is reality.
it's not cloaked in lace,
not eden.
that's the truth.

ain't workin' for the man no mo'

I got "laid off" today. Not really that surprised. I do, afterall, work in the fast-paced and adrenaline-pumping temporary worker industry. I already called my Temp Agent and she has two possible positions for me, so that seems alright, we'll see how it goes. I just hope I find something soon because I have bills to pay and an epic journey to save for. Maybe I'll find a job working on the railroad. I'd be overwhelmed and overmatched but I think I could do it. I guess I have some phone calls to make.

This job uncertainty is reason I cannot wait to go back to school. Now I just need to finish and send off those applications. And that there is what this weekend will be dedicated to.

By the way, I'm totally blaming President-elect Obama for my job loss. Look at that, elect a socialist and I get fucked. This obviously proves capitalism is the only model for success

....

a new day

america. you feel new. sure, everything is the same on the surface. i came to work today like i have for the past few months. and i still have some of the same worries. but you feel renewed. rejuvenated. there is promise. it may not deliver fully. but things have changed forever.

poem

dear jim
on sidewalks
no one treads.
wolves and pumpkin
smashers creep.

dear jim
it is 3:15.
all day
has been office gossip
and top 40 radio.
neither remind me of you.

i sit in the bathroom
and let the absurdities
of reality
fall.

dear jim
it is no time
for watch-making.
niceties are an
angry sea.
i drown.
my eyelids,
replete with salt,
sting and i
sing.

we are sailors
and horizons
leave us
affluent.

dear jim
there is a ship
sinking in port.
it means the
most to
me.

Keepin' the flame alive