Words, words fill my screen.
They sometimes take me away from this job.
This place I try and not to call work.
I smile and greet the future.
It makes me weep.
The computer alarm goes off again.
Weight room door. Check the camera,
It's just that senior kid that works out
All the time.
No problem here.
I greet more of the damned future.
Put the fake-real smile on.
No one notices.
It's been a struggle to keep this illusion
Of all together intact.
But here I stand on the edge waiting for the boom.
July 30/13
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