monday

morning chain gang
coffee buzz chainsaw
wasted weekends and
weekends wasted

empty wallet / empty soul
eating from an empty iron rice bowl

Ode to my secretary

Lovely little Zhang Lingling,
ping, ping, ping, QQ-ing,
ring, ring, ring, cell phone bling,
miniskirts and minimind,
no ideas but cute behind.

life is good.

another weekend well spent,
another weekend full of regret.
bikes, booze and babes.

another monday spent wasting time,
another monday wishing i felt fine.
babes, bikes and booze.

another story i’ll add to the list,
another story that will never be missed.
booze, babes and bikes.

life is good.

higher-up , higher-up.
his smile made me nervous upset..
friend ,friend.
his smile made my pocket keyed up.
that handsome guys,with deep eyes
his pure eyes made me flush.

Great stuff!!! Keep it coming.

Our President in Washington,

hallowed be your name,
my interview has come
may your hope and change be done

in America as it is across the world.

Give us today our daily bread lines.
Forgive us our impatience

as we forgive motherfucking
George W. Bush and the
predatory lenders that got us
into this mess in the first place

Save us from the time of the Greater Recession

and deliver us from food stamps.

[For the budget, the power, and the corruption are yours

now until the next election.] Amen.

Dear Barry – Please allow me to leave the ranks of the underemployed but overworked. I would love this job. I beg of you. I need three jobs. I have two already, I know… but I need this third job. Please, Barry. Freelance writing and community advocacy are just not cutting it. Please.I will never think untoward thoughts again. I will never wear a short skirt or neglect to pay my taxes on time. I will continue always to keep spare change in my car to give to the homeless disabled veterans who served so valiantly for the oil wars. I will vote for you again. I will canvass for you again. I will do my best to get our ridiculous governor unseated and to help our senator keep his. Please, Barry. I’m on my knees. I will witness your glory to all my fellow Americans. My soul for a desk, Barry. I beg of you to bless me.

By the power of Universal Healthcare, Amen.

hey. this is nanci

Office Existential

The sound of the day denies me
and makes me feel a need to be profound.
The wind strikes my face as I leave for Monday,
my suit abandons itself to the week.

I enter the office in indifference,
losing myself to bad faith
by the time I sip my first coffee,
because it’s all too easy
and it’s against regulations
to face life at work.

I sit at my desk glimpsing the cyan
through the offering of potted plants
that lean against the window,
whilst animated parodies
offer only distraction;
talking but never listening
just like the clock on the wall.

Time passes as always and I drift home
through the clouds of people who never see
past the edge of the trees to the sky,
as their gaze always awaits something
or someone to transcend their horizon,
and everyone’s walking and I’m walking too.