And when I stretch across open sparkle-sparkle tile mall floor (checked with gum and scuffed tile and not-allowed skateboards) Neal looks up, somewhat barely, face open innocent quiet not-there. I ask applications? Are you hiring? because I need a job but not really, no, asking because Neal has green but really blue but really bleached-once-black, maybe brown hair and a red bandanna and a Buddha smile.
A happy society must be created by people themselves,
not through prayer alone, but by taking action.
says our Buddha incarnate so I take action, take the application, sit on the twisted wire sliced cushion bench and take action. A man-boy on cobblestone bumping skateboard with stickers and snears skates by flash emptiness blankness and Neal shelving shelving now far in back invisible just splash of green not green but blue hair dancing bobbing over the sex books. I fill in the blanks, maybe lying a little, need to answer take action Are you hiring? Yes, please. Neal's hair waltzing bobs and I can't see the form, can't the paper the runny pen the smear Pollock blobs references? No references. Buddha incarnate and Keith's Dad he won't call, pirates don't call don't check references.
Neal glides never steps step softly, ghost is commandment number the first, takes the runny ink Pollock blob paper doesn't look says
"Yeah, we need holiday people still. Can't guarantee you a position after New Year's, but we haven't had too much interest so....Can you start Monday?"