Thursday, March 19, 2020

I Am The 99 Presidents / lost my occupation didn't have no destination anyway

we were pretending
and now we sit in our separate windows
affirmed in our joblessness

almost like we knew this was coming
never at home in our work
only ourselves at home

rejoice or despair
waiting for shit to get real
are there more sirens than usual?

identity as an abstraction
you can't hang a hat on
tenuous at best

thinking about powers to the people
and how this era is traceable
the timeline so obvious

in crisis world each day is a decade
at first
but it will speed up