where i’m going is where you might be

things are about

to go back to

normal

to a place of

anxious comfort

and

empty

meaningless

“how are yous?

fines.

and yous?”

 

looking for love

around

three-quarter-

felt-grey walls

short enough

for me

to peer

over

at peers

 

staring out

wall-to-wall

windows

on the 12th floor

wondering

what the freshly

paved asphalt

feels like from here

 

cords wrapped

around limbs

wrapped around

phones

covered in wires

wired to devices

entangled

in

an

inter-

office

romance

 

plastic bag lunches,

lunches with

plastic bags

(hold the latex)

 

and in another world

there are

kids that carry

food up,

down,

and around

the mountains to feed

their families

while i swivel about

in this ergonomic

chair

sipping on a

vile

ten dollar

organic super-detox

juice

figuring out ways

to pass the time

and sneak away

from my family

 

there has to be

more to this life

This Life

but the flickering

tube lights above

play tunes like

the living horror

movie inside

my head

 

I tried living

a simpler,

No, not simpler,

A fuller life

once

but it turns out

I fear originality

 

I cower in its

presence

 

and

maybe,

but probably,

and

most certainly

worst of all,

I’m a slave to

the taste

of

expensive alcohol

nice clothes

fancy shoes

sports cars

bloody steaks

pretty women

moral bankruptcy

apathy

and

white male clichés.

 

-JDR-

company folk and the 2%ers

how am i supposed to find company

at a company full of company people?

i’m convinced that my two percent

rule doesn’t apply in this environment.

 

the two percent rule essentially

states that ninety-eight percent

of you

are goddamn worthless.

 

the CEO walks by; awkward stare.

in the elevator with the Chairman;

awkward silence.

in the bathroom with the President;

awkward glance over.

 

…time to head back to my “desk”

 

i’m gonna ingest these laced brownies,

sit at my cubicle, stare at my computer,

and watch my screen saver bounce around;

that’s what I call

a good day’s work.

-JDR-