We ride the swift mudslides of skanky verbage
sluicing, slicing down the vertical muck
not all neurons are created equal, bunky

the man in the fleece helmet

i opened the door

and you stood there

there with your fleece helmet on

it’s cold out there

it’s warm in here

you should take off the fleece helmet

you can’t hear a word i’m saying

you were saying you hated your job

sometimes

and i was saying

with no small amount of irony

and sardonicism

is your job to

wear a fleece helmet?

in management

they wear two fleece helmets

they put the first one on sideways

and the second one rightways

so they can’t see much

much less hear anything

but they make twice as much money
so fuck them sideways, i say

you were saying how weird

the job thing is

i was saying our job

is living and breathing

and seeing god in everything

you didn’t really respond

because you couldn’t hear a goddam word i was saying

 

 

by the boy poets pardon our fleece, por favor!