i don't strike the match
that lights each morning sun;
i stand in front of empty faces
hoping to be essential.

i jete for the lame-brained,
learning from t.v. the lesson
of movement, its lulling allure
and awaiting mental entrapment.

yet in a crowd, i share nothing
with each generation, and
like our ever-expanding
universe, we become more distant.


WANTED:

person to wake the living dead.
communication experience with zombies,
mummies, walking cadavers,
upright corpses--a plus
but we will train!

duties include but not limited to:
talking, wondering aloud,
questioning the veracity of excuses,
and repeating, repeating, repeating
directions for late-comers and
exercising skills of analyzing
facial expressions.

somewhat secure position--
notwithstanding drive-bys,
parental intervention,
personal affronts from the ignorant.

benefits available and include
blue cross blue shield, also note:
emergency room is on stand-by
for immediate intake.

references requested but
will not be checked.
serious inquiries only;
however, will consider your Aunt Maude.

11/08/2005