And then I have to get up
and get ready to go

It’s impossible

It’s a million pounds
and a thousand feet of steel
and a hundred years of red tape

It is impossible
for me to get up,
to get ready to go,
to walk to work,
to wade through the stressy commotion
to get through another day
another week
another month
another year
coming home every day
to less and less
that a person
might look forward
to coming home to

And I live in paradise
I want for nothing
My job is doable
And for the next couple months at least
we are still safely ensconced in a government by for and of the people
— still willing and able to protect ourselves and each other from the tyranny
of a government for the dictator and his family and his jesters- donkeys- and lackeys-of-the-moment

Interesting

Eleven minutes ten minutes time time is leaving me
and when time leaves
I am exposed
like a tortoise flipped upside down in the desert sun
or a crab lost on its back, pointy little legs swimming futiley through the air

I can’t anymore do this