Employment Paradise
by Steven Craig
Gosh, another day in employment paradise.
A place in the sun that is eclipsed in the office.
A collection plate that is passed to me every nanosecond.
A shelf of rare grass seed for lunch.
What more could a person ever want that did not involve such demented things as
adventure
epiphany
entropy
self worth
dynamic prospects
a humor beyond even tomorrows expectations
the joy of making the mountain peak before sunset
the slide down the glacier ice
a moment in the bit torrent
a pause before a mirror
a wrinkle in the depths of ones very own stomach
a foot in a foreign door
a place setting for hostile Mexicans
a never ending slurry of coal dust and milk
a beasts cry for blood in a bloodless storm
riding the wave of invention
bearing gifts to the one that really matters
the moment lost when you turn your back
the last Mohician
a perilous decent in a well of ink
the breaking of the code of unclear acids in solution
a flattering remark in vain
a greeting mistrusted
a purring cat upside down on the floor
a sound that is recognized as a single hand clapping
a wizards baton in the toilet
a snoring spider
the wrong way guy circling the universe
the vehicle of tomorrow here yesterday
the last chance to stop this crazy march
the first chance to try again.
Bing.
03/28/2010
