Baby cart trundling down down the stairs hopping the steps at an ever increasing speed. Ancient mariner his ocean dried up gripping right but not sure what to hold onto anymore. Unable to clearly read the fictions of the past. Diogenes his lamp and sandals stolen making his way to breakfast hoping to arrive before dark. Where is all that youthful hubris now? The grassy plain extends to the yellow wheat of Nebraska. Interrupted by auto graveyards and empty VFW halls full of stale beer smells. Where can one find a place to safely lay their madness down? The world as once known is but a soap bubble. A wiggling flaccid thing that no longer taps to the beat of future expectations but lingers only in the now. You have all seen them somewhere. Floating up to the heavens at odd hours of the day. Hopes and dreams from times before that no one seems to recall. How ever can one count upon a decent meal if they can not longer recall their profession because it was snatched out of them. Chasing success in a rain storm. That’s a Jewish thing. No one has time to look deeply into the sunset. That is a game for paupers. Can you lend me a cigarette? I want to signal home.
Modern Song of Employment Despair