A Glimpse of the Working Man

1.

she knows
colour of my labour
entreats me a favour

wants a flavour

ask nothing
and you still get something

in return

dropping
time like

time lost
like time stopped

some believe the world was created to end
their slovenly flapping mouths
lead to fervently flapping arms
indiscriminately dropping bombs

but I simmer on edges
participating in reverse
my libido in a Hurse

loving me a curse

2.

did you hear the one about...?

oh, you have... nevermind. I see.

I'll be on my way then.

no, no... don't worry, you've
got my number, right?

I've just wondered one thing,

before you go --

when you put on your suit

early in the morning,

do you painstakingly

mark yourself out in the mirror

piece by piece drawing

out the lines of your body

in a geometrical equation?

yes, yes... none of my business to be sure,

but watching you parse the city

with your intersecting lines

cutting a path

unenviable tracks

3.

"the business of business is business"

you've lost me

4. rules are made to be //

I can't navigate the division between
busyness and leisure

sleep seems to be the delay from the two
catching up

marathon runners always talk about pace
I've just learned I'm running a race

wherein it seems advantageous
to skip the last section of track:
then search for a shopping center
where everyone accepts credit