afer work five fifteen

maybe
perman
-ently

gently
let me
down
almost
in tears
because
i've given
so much &
can't give &
change any
more into
what i'm
not.

after work
and i know
it will be a
struggle to
get up even
more now.

newsness-
the business
of journalists
and bean count-
ers sharing the
same building,
for now at
least -
feast upon
the local populace
who owns what you
read?

after work poetry for free seems to me the best way, see?
but unfortunately it doesn't keep the lights on. maybe i
don't need lights, though - maybe i am nature man &
i don't even know it yet - living in the hills attaching
poems to balloons that travel down to the town
surrounding and someone posts them on
MUG for me, now living in a tree - the
concrete jungle just oh too much
for me.

after work
poetry i
don't
want
to let
them get to me.

freeze frame-
d

efg

assembly line routine
round holes and square
pegs - do you want to
change the round hole
or get a new peg? i
asked - he didn't
have an answer.

a weak smile, and
maybe feeling bad
i feel so sad - you
try to work for the
man and the man
breaks your back

let them use me -
not turning it into
anger - sadness,
then - what others
call depression -
the press ion -
eras - 1920s
mindset - my
mind made up
it effects me,
saddens me,
but i won't
let it beat me

i won't let the
man control
the fights i
fight and
the ideals
i try to stand
up for no matter
how much hypocrisy
(my own included)
exists in the place.

i guess it comes down to
choosing which race you
race to win - which fights
are worth getting upset
over - let them roll
over me for now i
am writing it all
down and know
the soul of the
modern news
media - or i
get to know
all sides of
it - the genuine
workers who love
and care for their
craft - i know who
is who and it's true
i try to wrestle the
world into words -