That woman looks as a man might
if he were dressing as a woman
dressed as a man

I will never understand any of you,
you crazy, evil people

Retail would be great
if it weren't for the customers

Had I a gun right now,
whom should I shoot first:
A coworker, a customer, or myself?
A customer.
Of course.
All these years of nodding, smiling,
chuckling at humanity's ceaseless insipidity
and I have to think about it?

If I referred to her
very casually, of course
as "fuck face"
just once
in the course of the sale
she wouldn't know what to do
and I could pretend
it never happened
even if she said:
"Excuse me?"

Standing in the loft,
looking down at all the heads;
greasy, bald,
colored, curled,
and coifed.
Customers, coworkers.
A 50 pound statue  - precariously placed - at my elbow

This can't be all.
It can't be-
Collecting money
for the sake of buying more useless crap
to sell for more money
to buy more useless crap
to sell.
What is the point?
Where does it end?
Where is the joy, the life
the breath of calm?
Oh, fuck it-
where's my paycheck?

cae 2002