doing the engineer act

A black-green terminally cubed existence

Not my idea of fun, or is it?… delusions… of grandeur

I sell myself to 5 days of that shit

So cheap a price – a red paper crump a day

The 5 days of shit, the weekends of bliss

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In contrast, my relative happiness — cubed, uncubed

To dream, to sleep, to be, or not to be, to…

A book, a wink, a movie, a though, a post, a…

The infinities of possibilities, to permute and combine

To-list and to mark-as-done, activity to mask the inactivity

Vague reminders of my grand pre-cube days

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Bid up ya all, happiness and a bit of soul

To hell with meanings, purpose — vanities

I am a judas, i am a faust, i am a common-place  whore (@ a lower cost)

I am an engineer in my high-rise cube….