Job Interview #6352.4

today I have a job interview and I couldn’t care less.

I know it’s not a good state of mind with which to go

into the interview but now that I’ve got claude’s ear

to whisper into and now that I feel like I can build

anything and everything I want to on my own

I don’t really want to work for anyone else.

but building and building and building without pay

while it contains echoes of a pre-trade pre-meritocracy

past when humans were working purely to sustain

their own livelihood and the livelihood of those

by whom they were surrounded is just an unreasonable

dream and so naive and stupid and something an artist

would want with ego and arrogance and I would just ask

that you take the open face of your palm and draw it

across my cheek and snap me out of this delusion

of living off of German unemployment like a yuppie bum

like a bloody hippy raised by hippies who goes around

touting the blind belief that if you just do what you love

you will garner the support of the universe.

but the truth is that the ground below me is slowly cracking

and slowly I am realizing the fucking stars in my eyes

aren’t stars at all but instead glaucoma growing.