poem of the day 04.17.14

dream job

i had this dream last night

that i up and quit my job

it felt good for a moment

but then my wife said

what are we going to do about your share of the money?

so i had to get another job in the dream

the only one that i could get

was as a traveling salesman

i had to wear a suit and carry a clipboard

i don’t have a clue if this is how

traveling salesman actually look

my boss was my old boss

back when i was a teenager

and worked in a suburban mall

he looked the same as he did twenty some years ago

same bad moustache and same receding hairline

he was still a dick, too

on my case about my facial hair and baggy pants

he was still showing pictures of his wife

in her bikini on their hawaiian vacation

although i didn’t jack-off to her in the dream

like i did back in 1991 just to spite him

i was too busy driving around trying to sell shit

getting yelled at by that prick for my goatee

i kept wondering why i quit my other job

in the first place

it wasn’t that bad of a job

everyone has to work

it’s true

i didn’t create the system

i just work within its confines

i didn’t really have it that bad to begin with

i’ve had it much worse

but it seems that i can’t stop doing stupid shit

in dreams or in real life

and when i woke up i was covered in sweat

i realized that i had the same job that i always had

i laid in bed in praised the gods

for being gainfully employed

a viable member of this capitalist society

and it was very much unlike me

so i wondered if i was still in that dream