What I Might Have Said

to my fellow workers

imagine an eternal circle together
creating a golden pillar
beside the Atlantic
Being able to enter into
insidious contracts with it
I just lament
I released the venal
and rotten parliamentarism
I study the scenes
and would provide
an escape rather
than a solution
gaseous
when we needed
it viscous ever
combustible when
confessing one’s
feelings strike out
your vitalism there
are no extra Zelda lives in this Collective
Bargaining agreement only syphoned tears
and unpaid rent