searing color temperatures rising cast a shade of blue on my head
hearing duller amateurs asking what could have made it red
no particular neutral density blocks the sun
turning up the light shining from everyone
and gaudy reflection is allowed to pass through
by the halfwit receptionist
seeing everything at once through a lens that takes it in frame by frame
hearing idiots and extremists finding out they’re the same
sometimes my call gets transferred to the wrong party
other times i’m put on hold for an eternity
the switchboard is scrambled and appointments get lost
important and light conversations get crossed
the company budget can scarce pay the cost
of the halfwit receptionist
he sits at a desk in celestial poise huffing fumes as the phones ring away
his responses are weakened by chattering noise
getting blown all about by the things we might say
his boss is away and He’s not coming back
his grip on the earth falls increasingly slack
he’s spilling raw light on what used to be black turning night into crystalline day
if we’re all in this together why do we need a filter at all
why do idiots invade screaming, tearing down every wall
people like to own things and that’s okay but just to be alive now you have to pay and people get owned more and more every day
while the halfwit receptionist with your share walks away