(Scene One) I am sick, but feel good about whiskey mash and sour motor starts that spit sewage out the tail I am healthy, but feel bad about financial monetary matters and (inter)views that never happed Twenty to forty hours of sitting, sleeping late, morning panned caked which I love, slow coffee, cart toons and sun through the closed fall door ..dial...dial....dial..PPP crashes over and over again Can I cash unemloyment when I still have a job? Do I have a job, boss, oh yes, loss I think he,s lossed in Cyberspace(all rights reserved) or falling on Wounded Knee (Scene Two) Unexpected expectation is what I need I need that hand to pull me around and make every- thing all write like it always is It still is allright it always is Like is worse for others I'm sur e I know it keeps me humble pie, kee wee, b-berry too fat free cool whipped topping that sits like a futuristic health club where each door opens up a new world activity if you have the right card to get in or a friend who has a membership..neon lights..fog Eight hours to work or dream..(choose) You can always dream about work tho se thin gs t hat key p yo u uP at dawn night and all in between (Scene Three) And so it goes with a smile and a horse ride into the sunset, the days that that jazz, beards, and a close shave make you a fresh high noted ear pearcing example of a human being wready to joblicate (Musical Crash) curtain fall house lights on A P P L A U S E