Quick Fix

The economy is a hand crushing our

skulls.  The internet is down this

morning because despite payments

made to the cable company, they

can barely keep the digital

lines going.  Meanwhile, can’t imagine

having some kind of maintenance

job cleaning out standard computer

problems, member of some geek

squad buzzing around business’s

and neighborhoods breathing in

other people’s dust, old dust, mythic

behind-the-furniture- dust.  You run

a finger on the surface and leave

your mark for the overtly controlling

bug-eyed soccer mom to see.  Fill up the

van full of ‘o’ mouthed kiddies

and keep the little bastards quite

with back seat TV’s.  Just recently

saw one of those on 84th street

west Omaha gunning up the busy

four land street past business’s with old

store front fonts and next to those,

insistent widespread pandemic

of fluorescent lit Bucky’s gas station

spreading its ink black parking lot

and too-many gas pumps like an

octopus inking prey or predator.

And who knows when this eye sore of

a gas station will be so short

of funds as not to stay open, no longer

able to employ its stare-at-the -ground

employees or fill up anxious coffee cups

of blue and white collar alike, hordes

and lines of insect people on a quick

fix before work-a-day.

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(November 3rd, 2013)