After Leaving the Office

Losing
my life
in concrete
and organization.

I make a laugh,
but we all know
we are dying
or passing time
but nothing else that remakes this world.

Here
goes
my foot

holding the carpet
that otherwise
would have pulled us over long ago.

I help
make money sweep this way
or not

or make a something say
something meaningful

and yet
it is
all never good enough

as when two faces
and bones connected
had to reconcile
ability,
excess,
and need;
just the two of them
there standing in the road.

No one to come and save them.
No one to come and combine them.
No one to come and separate them.
No one to come sell
a way out,

just them,
souls,
with no option but to live
and cast a bigger darker shadow
for the sun to part.

Our own bad situations
are the most fertile ground
in which to plant the seeds
of a way up.