a straw man in a felt hat
He was a pedantic government technocrat
a felt hat on a straw man making an argument with himself
he was the kind of guy who had access to all your passwords
but you’d never give them to him voluntarily
the hypocrisy could tie him in knots
it would leave him out of breath and in cold sweat
the worst part he was a open book
he had no secrets, no fetishes, no master plan
he simply wanted to travel through the next day
plying twisted logic to determine what was and was not his job
he clung to arcane rules that had expired prior to the last reorganization
at some point he realized, he did not have a wife in new york
he was not working on a new album due out this summer
he was never going to be a Top Chef, he would always remain bottom
shelf
he would always remain bottom
shelf
he simply wanted to travel through the next day
still clinging to ideology left behind by politicians
who never intended to be taken seriously
he fell down and that was as close to standing up
as he was ever going to get
he simply wanted to travel through the next day
forced into the idolatry of other people’s fantasies
he soon realized he had never been alive
and from the lab results returned in the mail
it was clear that he would surely never die
this gave him pause
he simply wanted to travel through the next day
a broken turning signal a bro ken turn ing sig nal
abrok en turni ng signal a broken turning signal
on
he hurried into the office to make believe
one more time that this parking deck was a reality.
he simply wanted to travel through the next day
