Network

I am trying to leverage my network this morning

while sitting in the fucking chair by the window

in order to find some work that I can actually live

with while time is now constantly being augmented

by claude and the clock’s hands don’t even look

analog anymore as if we’ve forgotten and severed

the umbilical connection to the earth to the mother

which is all but making managers drive drive drive

their teams to produce at insane speeds shipping

now almost every day which just exhumes echoes

of children working in factories in London town

during the industrial revolution and of course

those small fingers are now being sewn on

to the hands of claude and all its friends

in some sort of Frankensteinian megalomaniacal

boring dystopian drama that would certainly get

ninety percent critical approval on rotten tomatoes

and ten percent audience approval which is to say

ratioed so I try to put on the balancing lenses

of a damn teacher who was burned out and who is now

burned out on tech and who just wants to stuff

his own mouth with grass and poetry and play

the damn fiddle all day and night and fuck

the system but who has got to make money somehow