corporate airfare expedience experience

I’m still not used to it.
The fall gets longer every time,
every vulgar bastard instant
a new kind of profit.
The engines roar and molt and dance
the Charleston Chew.

(Off to office number two.)

Got the job off a lucky guess, miraculous
synaptic intervention every time they ask
what a human looks like.

Crack open some cold ones with your
coworkers and get vulgar. Why not?
It’s all just another task unwritten.
Job description couldn’t exclude
the autists, so they do this instead.

(Spit on everything.)

Brand new specious moments collection,
IT guys with rumpled shirts
in porcelain. How precious! Available
hardly used. Buy in bulk for discount prices.

(They were never gonna turn a profit.)

Imagine it. And again.

And again. Molt and molt and molt anew,
shed your skin like Sisyphus.

Someday you’ll get somewhere else.