Nobody is there to tell you that nobody is here and yet we keep on looking,
consigned to the back of a queue where you become see-through and nobody sees you,

dismal and distressing when pressing send and it doesn't go but there's nobody here so nobody will know except for you,

everything is a trial and the error is a sponsored add-on
you try to get on and be judged but the verdict as predicted
goes against you and you're still see-through at the back of an even longer queue and then you think
I must be something in the Grand Scheme
or maybe in the Grand Bazaar
but so far
still looking.

that crap coffee,
work
lunch at the diner
come on
whine a little more,
the door that's locked
the profiles that are blocked
the things we can't see that are
hidden from you and denied to me
cute girls with obtuse angles
the way your hair tangles up
another crap cup of coffee,
blame it all on the algorithm,

if it gets you through the day
even if it's wrong
do it anyway.

I went fishin' and caught
fifteen plastic bags
blamed it on the algorithm.

I forgot to bring my
aide memoire
so I'll tattoo  your messages
onto my skin

please be brief.

You were relaxing
until the count came in
and now you're screaming.

Hand in the jar and you fumble
the cookies crumble
and so you tumble
but will you rise?

(This work never ends
not even for weekends)

that was a bit random
for a man on
a mission,
but at the moment  
it's too dark to see
if it's all good or just a
bag of tricks.

Do dovetail joints
use more papers
and
do they last as long
as a ****?

You don't have to answer
I'm not really fussed
just
asking for a friend
who's as thick as two
short planks.

I accidentally missed breakfast

Because I was much too slow to wake

Then I accidentally missed lunch

Because there was time I didn't want to waste

So I will sit hoping dinner will be large

Because my hunger is enough to devour even

My very own plate but until then

I shall sit and wait

A slip,
loosening your grip
and you become
one
with the Sun and the stars
as you pirouette
through a million quasars
making your way
to the core.