tom taylor - the job

the job

ankled through acres of loss and peculiarity
in the throes of wage spin and total ruin at
the lesser of many evils no token unturned
from beyond the pale shiners in the nights

and daze ahead your own career of lessons
learned at the hands of less well-meaning
or impatient others at the lands of beyond
your own remittances left on the table again

these ardors unremarked and colored by the
time served does not count toward retirement
nor the solitude of any work place entirely
alone on the planet without sense or majority