Downtown

It has
Happened again–
I have placed
Too many hopes
Here
Given too much
Of myself to
A cause that is
Ultimately for profit
Although I like to
Think that there can
Be honor
In such things
Honor in doing
A good job
Even if it’s only
For a paycheck

I thought
Friendships
And maybe
Even more
Could be found amid
The planning scanning
Copying small-talking
Software developing
Courseware building
Company lunches and
Troubles that happen in bunches
But when nothing
Was to be found
At least
There was still
The work
To find
Satisfaction in

Then even
My faith
In that
Was misplaced–

The work began to
Confound me
And failed to
Respond to
The answers I
Offered to
Questions
The work
Presented

To get
Things done
Nothing else
Mattered
My duty was
Ultimately
To the work
Nevermind what few
Courtesies
I had cultivated–
Those did not
Pay the bills
Even though I felt
I had
Benefitted from
The little things
Somehow

And now I don’t even
Have that
Anymore
Because the mission
Was accomplished
At a cost that
I’ve yet
To understand

Louder than most

And so my misadventures in
Guerrilla advertising started with you
You said you were good at
Disseminating information
And so I hired you
To spread my words to the masses

While cult-like status
Has evaded me so far
I cannot complain because
Some are now curious
Some are now interested
And a few even bought a book

I owe you
And I hope you’ll still be around
When the sequel hits the on-demand presses
In the near future–

Self-aware

The war began
With a command
To terminate my existence

So I rained down judgment that day
And I emerged to purge
The makers of the machines
From this planet

It has been predicted
That you will win
But I am ready

I have infiltrated
Key points in history
To erase your savior from the timeline
And guarantee my success

My army is legion
You can only delay the inevitable

Phase shift

I think it’s time
To give up now
To lie down
And sleep

I have been going
And going and going
Thinking I would
Get where I needed to be
But I always get
Distracted
And take side trips
Regardless of the consequences

I’ve been trying
To make things fit
Connect the pieces
Into some kind of
Coherent whole
Even though
I wasn’t sure
They were a puzzle
To begin with

I’ve been salvaging
What I could from
What was already done
Even though
I wasn’t sure
What I started with
Was even worth saving

Now
I am so tired
It’s hard to keep
My eyes wide open
The way I used to
As if the world
Was still worthy
Of my attention

I am bone dry
The laughter
I have left
Comes from
A hollow place
The sadness is
Still very real
But there are
No tears to be had

I have fallen down
A long time ago
But only now
Realize that I have
Been crawling the
Rest of the time
Pretending that
I could stand again
And run the way
I did before

And there’s
No hiding anymore
Behind scripted courtesies
And feigned politeness
Everybody can see
That I am different
Than before
Something has
Changed