Metamorphosis Moment

It’s an online nightmare

Kafkaesque at its best

Like a Castle out of reach

Caught up in, getting in

Getting by and why

Username and password

The ones you know

Or think you know

So off you go

To who knows where

There’s a site that might

Help, help to verify identity

A six number sequence

From hence we proceed

Or recede, get there, maybe

New name, new password

And then you must verify yet

Again and when you do

You find that you changed those

Back in January and so

You wander, a nameless tramp

Tramping on proper procedures

Waking up a large insect

Guilty of a crime you probably

Did but never noted

Ending up in

An internet death

“Like a dog.”

   Happy Hour

It’s that time

As most nights.

“Get you something?”

Of course

Some nights it’s

Cranberry and seltzer

And a slice of lime.

On more adventuresome

Nights it’s

Some wine, mostly Merlot

And we sit back

Talk about our day

Or the day to come.

It’s almost a ritual

A celebration of sorts

An honor

Our happy hour

When we pretend the happy

Part and sip our way

Into the future.

“Tomorrow we’ll what?”

Or perhaps not

But we know that

We’ll know when

It’s that time

Again. 

    Marching Madness

The game is almost over

The results set

Winners and losers

Waiting for the clock

To celebrate, to escape

Get this last bit over

The fans are restless

Cheering, moaning

Getting ready to leave

Be out in the world again

The world without refs

Without coaches

And times out

Without a clock ticking

Down to a prescribed end

Fans leaving their seats

Becoming a crowd

Hungry, thirsty

Wondering how they

Will ever get home

From all this tangle

With the parking lot

So full and the rest

Of their day so empty.