An Honest Day's Work

silocone synapse,
fiberoptic flirtations,
this job is getting me.

I looked the box
dead in the eye
and realized
I had nothing to say
.. it wanted
to hear

a trip to the store
a few tall beers -
now we're speaking
the same language

indecipherable

my purpose has deteriorated
all I want is free stuff:
call a record label, "Gimme
free release, I want to talk
to big time RnR guy,
make sound smart me"

go to sport event, "Gimme
free admission - me respectable
man of journalism"

look at box later, "Gimme
free Porn - big busty girls
blond, black, Russian -
anything that is not real

real is all
around me