back to the present

if i get to you
on the seniority list
of wasps
in the ass
of the corporate
buddha
don’t blink too fast
at the cats
at the chair hobbling on
its two good piles of
coins
rolled at the knees
hurt back sticking its
thumb out on
the boulevard
it’s the michelin man
it’s 4pm
you are unemployed
finally
let’s delight in being a gross bachelor
write riffs that go nowhere
incredible hulk
eat a dozen donuts
half pumpkin, half who cares
half wave to the primetime commute
bye bye, okayville