Continuing Job Search Implodes Poem by Thomas James Martin

When I was skinned
I made a little list-

Call it (Something Here) :

It started out,
'I am getting older,
what should I do? '

Like go on the road,
Actually join the Legion or
Take vows for the ashram of Guru SatChitAnanda.
.
Buy acre of land and travel trailer
Raise garden, keep White Leghorns
(like Dad) ,

Foment Graduate School riots,
Teach,
Commit suicide with tea
Commit horoscopes for money
Or go home or
Sell health foods and
Grind my own peanut butter
Drive a Big Rig
Ten days on the road
Eating fries and dogs
Or
Take a job with the state
As employment counselor
Give out food stamps.

Walk across Africa
Without shoes,
Establish base lines for jumping beans
Test kangaroos for tie-downs
Photograph mangoes in flight
Or herd silver-plated ants,

Forest Ranger in Chromium Forest,
Study ancient petroglyphs for Shell
Herd sheep on mesas in Utah
Wander High Desert in search of
New alluvial fans,
Search for aliens in Rachel (NV)
Put all on a number in Vegas,

(List ends here):

Call the President,
I've got a job
In Trust, (some state here) ,

Job Duties:
Replacing Wisdom Teeth
Milking dry rattlers
Finding wild women
Listening for Agave worms,
Raising desert flowers
And sitting quietly with the stars,

'There you go...'
'Thanks! '