first

as long as there is a first

there will be a second

and then a third

and great division is now upon us

when once we were whole


zero seems to be the only real number to me

and most shy away from that situation in our time


no thing is what we are to me

yet this body of mine is still here

a form of isolation

sometimes not with a few girls

and a few others i call friend



to be my own friend took a little time

and all clocks are a lot slower than life

we would be better off without them

but the capitalist requires punctuality

or the machines will become confused and not work properly


we humans aren't machines

but mostly in our time we serve them

maintenance man was my title for a while

and a lot of other stuff for a while before then

some of them not so flattering