this may not be
publishable, but the Federal
Reserve is con
fident that in
flation is
dead.
because of high tech
nology & the mir
acle of modern capital
ism, supply is just-in-
time with
demand.
we humans (proles, associates,
employees, sunk-costs)
squeeze to work in jam
med subways or on choked
highways.
we’re locked in skinner
cubicles where having a
personality is a
shock.
we worry for a living &
stress is our
profession.
we drink the ads in the
paper and on the billboards
along the road. our families
ingest tv. & we all need more
& more & more &
more.
but the fat times are
gone & lean & mean is
chewing on our bodies.
vacations are lapses of personal defense
& honesty, good will & gold watches
are ancient
memories.
your job is al
most history, like all your
friends. you watched them get
hurt on the inside &
stagger away
bleeding.
(it was all so legally correct)
your boss’s boss’s boss is a
talking head with a greedy
agenda.
fear is the corporate
addiction & you work harder &
harder to sweat long hours &
exude
anxiety.
mysterious forces cause
expectations to rise & the
stock to fall
down.
competition is every
where––working above & be
side you. across the street.
playing on the internet & grad
uating from school. they’re
hungrier that you are, & maybe
smarter.
you’re surrounded by invisible
demons & where they touch you
you
burn.