�Suspension of Disbelief�

I need a job,
so I wrote a poem about it.
It wasn�t very good;
just stating the facts
that I didn�t know.
All things pretty alien to me,
and frustrating, and confusing,
that were necessary
I didn�t know.
The skills to get a job,
the skills to keep a job,
the look, the dress,
the lingo, the flair,
I didn�t know.
Somewhere there exists
the suspension of identity,
the degradation of personality,
needed to get some job
that I didn�t know.
Which ones will hire me
without a look, without finances,
without interest or a future,
I don�t know.


�Kicking Stones�

My shoulders are sore,
My eyes are drifting
Into a sleep of waking
Noted for the day.
I might be looking for a path-
Why else would I be clearing my way?

Amble swiftly
�Oh, my dears�,
Ramble quickly
If you�ve aught to say.
Kick stones out into your path-
Why should you be clearing a way?

I am a-waiting,
But I don�t know what.
I am a-questing,
What I cannot say.
Inquire the stones in my path-
Why could I be clearing a way?


�Post-Graduation Mark Up�

He felt as if he were running in place.
He would dodge the shapes,
the melody ruining his mind,
to keep pushing forward
trying to get somewhere else.
All manner of fauna,
all types of conveyance,
would pass him by
and come back again
while he stayed fixed,
stuck in the same spot.


�Polymorph�

I know I wake up,
I know I fall asleep;
What is between escapes me.
How different am I
When I walk the streets,
Looking for a life to claim?
I know the sun rises,
I know it sets somewhere;
But how it does so
Without my tally
Is a mystery I miss,
Walking through my day.
I know I started somehow,
I know I will end somewhen;
What is between escaped me.
Walking into the sun,
If it is above or below,
Is something I can�t recall.