Category: Ephemera

I have spent many hours,
passing my glass of existence,
around the table to those next door...

Burning up what life has left,
burning up life...

The office worker becomes mystified,
the mystification extends past the line.

The white-collar mystification
portends something new,
something as yet untold.

The amazement at bureaucratic poetry,
the amazement at structural dishonesty,
being amazed by institutional chaos.

Passing my glass of life,
Next to my cubicle.

Breathing and carrying-on,
talking, 
chatting, 
waiting for the next break.

A copier machine sends false light,
shedding copies,
shredding freedom,
echoing promise,
releasing energy of pent up anger,
at forces all too well known.

Idle time is spent like this,
wandering corridors of my spirit,
looking for multi-tasking conversation,
to guide me home.

I remain.
Monstrous forces beckon
on the periphery of spirit.
Jaundiced faces,
with bodies cloaked in white,
awaiting the mistress of bile.
Creatures without solace,
growing within,
never to be satiated till finality is met.
And each day's bill must be paid.

I remain.
Not without merit and seeking only compassion.
My friends and enemies mixed company.
My wallet heavy with paper and light with wealth.
I will not dispel the witch's glance.
I shall, 
instead, 
curry favor with the devil 
in defense of good health.

I remain.
Steadfast and ill.
Blood stained and soulless.
Comprehensive and narrow-minded.
Death to the participant 
and director of this farce.

So, go ahead.
Check-in to this factory.
Make yourself known to fools.
Allow their wretched hands to wrench your body.
Make merry in their medieval dungeon.
They remain.
They will stay.
Their God or gods are not your forebear;
they forsake even the light.
The pain you suffer is not theirs.
The drugs they dispense are not for you.
No comfort, 
because...

I remain.
Awake and emptying out slowly.
A soul's distance 
no further than the door.

I remain and hope that 
some loving angel takes my breath.
That this same angel may usher me home.