measure of use

The invisible hand is easiest to cut
No tales of gore, no evidence before
Even the man stuck in a rut
has more clout that those ignored

And for all effort and all stratagem
And against precepts of Methuselah
When blame is to fall it finds a target
randomly among us all

Ignored and devalued is the practice
Abandoned and discarded like refuse
But that is not the sum
it is not the whole
in times of trouble or excesses
we learn all is expendable
if it fits the greater whim of all

What gets you through the night

hammered once again
he drank like a fish
and didn't know when he began

but the particulars aren't important
its the effect to pursue
to kindle the life that is dormant

and he had no interest in playing nice
just a stubborn insistence
to follow his vice

though tomorrow be difficult
at least at first
the road was wholly differnt
and by measure of drudgery no worse

and he went back for a refill once again

the true believer

he sat there
with his eyes
raised to tomorrow
that never came

he looked to the
infinite power
that never reigned

and when he
stopped weeping
he cleared
the tears

and look ahead
and saw that
everything was in front
not some fantasy
of never been years

and in doing so
he was able to do good
and not just
pad the pocket of fools

there is always one

I sat across from this guy
at work
and he would ask the dumbest questions
he would say the most inane
things

not what you want to hear
when hungover
not what you need when
your blood is curdled

but there was no escape
just grinding teeth
and bitter and stony face

and on it went
ad nauseum
day after day
in a terrible way

with his sticky candied fingers
talking more than working
bluffing bullshit out his ears

but I got away from there
I can't say it was a step up
but I don't care
I still got out of there

Derailed gravy train

I saw the future of tomorrow
and the stars weren't too bright
all given to following
the dimmest of lights

I saw the answers and they were not keen
just a testimate of what could have been
more lost souls and clouded ways
a ghostly reminder to long lost brighter days

I saw the answers and they weren't right
just harbingers of an already lost fight
back in the day when it made sense
somehow we fell off the wrong side of the fence