hungry game

Gluttony used to be one of the “Deadly Sins”, now just a way of life. I need that new item, I’m hungry to consume more than I need. I need new, new, new, more, more, more.

And at that exact moment, who would have thought, that the holidays would appear.

Christmas has become such a greedy glutton that it has now eaten Thanksgiving. No longer a “day to give thanks” (I mean after all, this is America. How many of you actually have things to give thanks for? I mean outside the 1%ers) but to be used as an excuse for H O L I D A Y   S A L E S. Get a jump on BLACK FRIDAY and shop early!!! Forget your pathetic existence and spend, spend, spend, buy, buy, buy. All your greedy self-centered love ones need the Perfect Gift, just for them. Look!! The new iFad, wouldn’t little Suzy just love that!

They actually started putting Christmas items out in the stores around here the day after Halloween. Now that it has become socially acceptable that there is no “Thanksgiving”, per say, it is only a matter of time before Christmas in it’s gluttony eats Halloween. Well, probably not Halloween itself, that has become too much of an adult party letting event. Kinda like the purge. An evening to let your demons out in glorious evil delight. But Christmas would certainly eat the day after Halloween. Mark my words, soon to become the NEW Black Friday. But we need a catchy, marketable name. Maybe “All Saints Day Sales”? …oh… or “All Saints Day Savings”(Trade Marked!)

Oh, man, what to do, what ever to do. Hey! If you are looking to get me the “Perfect Gift”, how about a gun with 1 bullet. I’m really hungry.

Not wanted

The office windows across the street stare blankly at me. Black with the reflections of my building’s façade.

It was 15 degrees this morning. Is that why I saw you shiver asked Mother. No, the inner circles are quite warm thanks to you diligence with brimstone, I replied. Well, don’t get use to it, quipped mother. Today I have invested in a new series of initiative consolidations. Therefore creating an Intrinsic Knowledge Service division. I have determined that you will now be a minor addition to that team, …

No seriously. I’ve just been dumped to a whole other department. My last director lasted 6 weeks. I can’t even make light of this. This is the 7^th director I have had in 2 years. I’ve been dumped here so often I’m beginning to feel like a boyfriend of Taylor Swift. I wonder if someone will write a song about me?  

where are all the flowers

Sitting amongst the frozen leaves, I try to think of a time when I wasn’t always…. Wondering where the dreams have gone. It is by late that I come to this place, forgetting all but the simplest realities. The fever has broken and I miss it’s spinning head intensity. Direction, I seem to have lost my direction. Where’s my mapquest app? Where was I going with all of this? I remember a time when I loved the New England Autumn. The leaves changing, the intensity of color. Now but only a precursor to frozen lands and snow covered streets. The leaves are nothing but yard work, a burden. Task that I am too far behind on, and still they fall.  Everything drops from the sky as it turns that deeper winter blue. There is a persistence chill in the air while darkness creeps up early on us. The evenings are full of wood stove heat. All the world is on fire, yet you don’t bring me flowers, and just leaf thru my existence.