Broke but can still make phone calls
more applications tomorrow
 

August 20, noon

Grumpy Goth Hero
          cries.
It is 
the end of the world - 
                    pay here
          to sit and wait to hear your number, 
then the demons come.

I don't believe this guy is crying
over existential angst.  Oh well . . . 

Well slacked Frat boy on side walk
          glares at me
from behind his cell phone
          I openly laugh
                    he glares harder
so
hard
          that if I believed in his world
          I'd go straight out tear up my MFA
          and get a good job selling new and
          innovative cheaply made import products
          from a cat piss office to stores in
          air conditioned nightmare malls
and I'd love it

Goddamn yuppies

give me a good cursed, crushed
          lifestyle any day
in
America, Land of the Free
                    with purchase.
The Repo Man is comin'
for your soul
and
I'm gonna steal
your girlfriend
          sundress and all.

When a bird shits on your notebook, 
it's time to change topics
but
I doubt that 
primary boob job candidate of future riches who just sat down in front of me
is gonna make this any different.

Hell, I oughta just go to work three hours early.