the alienated wonder of what one is to do
when the clichés fit
and the profundity does not suffice
enter:
another chewed up pencil
another five minute nap in an office chair
another borrowed fax another fake hello
another greeting with stained teeth
another meeting more slides and more
each promising it it will be the immovable object
the thought is fixed and becomes truth
sadly this is not the case
young golf shirted white men
laugh and
the tweed jacket types (patches and all)
rub their chins as their girlfriends give any observers a
show with a worried look and an arm grab
as usual
it all hinges on the turnout
Sunshine and Wind 