Foraging for paperclips
On the moon

The clerk alphabetizes
Piano concertos

By tone.

Enumerates the asteroids, some standing like an upright bass.

Makes a note: a foolish nostalgia for the 1980’s is the hobgoblin for neoliberalism.

All the while on stilts with a telescope, the clerk bird watches.

Clouds in the distance like the blushing of elbow smashes.

And so foolish are these ledgers
Chances are

They’re true.

5 thoughts on “Post-Work

      1. jei says:

        Thank you so much for your kind words, naiv When reading them I have been about to suffer a minor affective disorder, of a pleasant type. 🙂

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