My Virtual Worker

My Virtual Worker My Virtual day

Said: 'And WHOM do I say knows when my check is due?
Voice at Desk: Your worker is virtual.
Answering Machine: Speak after me.
Said: Be here in 3 to 5 days. Maybe seven.
I.D! You don't need I.D. We know who you are you are on computer....

Put my ticket in. No cash. Watching fleeting trees THE LEAVES cinema-like breeze. Watched traffic from warm tomb of bus. I'm as still as a duck in an oil-slick.
Spike hairdo girl with eyes of jagged glass talks in her cellular animated on high battery charge to an almost someone sitting right there. Pushing the air like a cheerleader. Describing blindly as if sculpting. I felt like interrupting.
Guy in outback hat with tattoo half removed nodding head like a duck dipping in a pond for grasses. Then oxygen gases. Then more under for more grasses....

Under heavy girder ceiling. The shopping-cart garage. In midst of SECOND-HAND shopping cart parking-LOT. Carts like houses - filled in things not decided on. For SOME HAULOCAUST. AN EPISODE OF LOST. NEEDED - FOR SOMETHING. Part modern Western camel train. Post modern hunter-gatherer. On the way out West. For shopping in non-state territory....

In the dance of the shaker twisting figure-like figurine howls half coherently as music school student next door climbs the scales in stairs then back to the bottom to climb the scales to climb the stairs one more time....
Jittering half stammering electrified frying flaying dancer joins in the air dance in SOME TORN FLAG OF - A rhythm....

Wal-Mart. METAL FIELD ONE SIDE of - A barn so square. Rubik’s cube without the cubes. No answer there. Solid block. Metal square-head mirage. To hit the head on. In two goat argument. I rescue dreams and ssmaSH THEM THROUGH THOSE WALLS LIKE FISTS OF FLAILING BURNING MINDS ON FIRE AND COLOUR SONGS THAT CLANG AND BANG AND BELT OUT BREEZE IN FALLING RAIN TO BARS OF WAILING BEETOVEN.