Dogs 2013

ALCHEMIC DYSENTERY
(3/2/13)


I remember
as a child
imagining
a career
for myself
in this convoluted
conspiracy
of a world

a quiet
spot
in an isolated
office
quite removed
from the hectic
heresies
of society

a solitary
position
that paradoxically
still allowed
some insulated
interaction
with the outer
goings on
across this
perilous
planet

a low stress
routine
that would
grant me time
to wander
physically
and mentally
as was
my wont

the scenario
dreamed
was much the same
as where
I find myself
working
today

what I
didn't expect
was to have
an addictive
commitment
to getting
the job
done

a job
that I have
basically
created
for myself

take away
the drugs
the alcohol
and I found
that I could not
contain
my insanity
between the hours
of 8 and 5

holy shit

I actually care
about this contrived
nonsense
that passes
as gainful
employment

the mission
is noncritical
to the point
of being
nonexistent

we are
here
only because
we say
that we should
be

we are
somehow able
to sell
our self aggrandizement
to a client base
who believes
that we
actually
know something

we know
how to keep
our asses
out of a ditch
somewhere
with a shovel
in the heat
and cold

that
is the extent
of our
knowledge

still
this all
allows
for a routine
which I can basically
keep
until I no longer
remember
my name

of all
the options
available
to an under
motivated
man
in his 50s

this isn't
bad

if I could
only
let go
of this outmoded
notion
of success

I might
be able
to enjoy
guilt free

a beer

a poem

a minute
alone

in obscurity