Oh god, I get it. There is no one else, it's all in my mind.
I reach for my cane, feel fur.
It's sticky with hardened blood.
Before we strung the world with lights, it was dark. We remember what's in it.
A Kind of Music
Of my wife's
getting to the top of the corporation using those things
gifted to you by nature and education.
I always just slept with my boss
it was the best incentive program I had
on my meager budget.
Once you hold bossly balls
in your lips
anything becomes possible.
And the vicious corporate impossibely high ladder
padded with strewn with the silenced bodies
of those who loved you here and there
for a minute or more
becomes easier to climb.
When the invisible hand touches your thigh under the table
just as subtly adjust the linen napkin in his lap.
He'll notice your talents
of loyalty, discretion, humor, trust and comfort.
Until the next boss
asks you to stay late
to work on the books.
And the next asks you book his room next to yours
for the next sales meeting.
Never turn down an opportunity to display your unique creativty even in the dark.
Bosses have the power
to give and take
up to the point when you give back
more than they bargained for.
and then they go.
Leaving with you the power to destroy, sue or allow them to help
your career soar.
Corporatocracy? Nothing happens until someone sells something
for a price, which I'll take as the collection power
given to me by bosses I came to know too well.
He picked me up
I felt his hands surround me
His fingers moved slowly
Across my spine
Beautiful words left his lips
I could feel his breath on my skin
I thought I would be his forever
After a while he started looking around
He eventually walked away
And never looked back
Smoke and Mirrors?
There are times
In the early morning hours
When all I hear
Is the beat of the train
Rolling on the train tracks
I let my guard down
And think of you
I think about what could have been
And think about what was
How real was it?
I put my guard back up
And put my arms around