Work

four good hours

where is my mind right now? 
they say a person only has four good hours 
of work in them a day — the rest is just pulp 
a residual…

train me

I find the use of the word training 
somewhat problematic when it’s applied 
to human beings — it’s only in the world 
of shitty low-paying…

ABSTRACT PROSE POETRY | FICTIONAL HUMOR

Hair at the Office

Business as usual

Grey

The cubicle

The hum of florescent lights drones 
above, the noise should provide more light.
I sit hunched over a…

weekday fuck, weekend work

weekday night 
couch sex 
in the month of June 
during a Stranger Things 
rewatch marathon 
damn…
can’t wait for…

counting steps to self destruction

people do all they can to get their steps in, 
like if they don’t reach their goal, they’ll self…

Crumbs of Freedom, Meals of Shit

A poem

scales

in my bones

I feel a tipping scale

how much weight

can it hold

before it falls

spilling my life’s work

jealous of the sun

the sun sleeps longer than I do 
what kind of sick joke is that?
it feels like the cruel bastard 
is waiting for me to come…

two trash receptacles

I’m in the basement of an academic building 
I’ve unpacked my lunch — peanut butter and jelly 
sandwich — banana, two…