Job Searching the Abyss

I can wade through all the options
Storm through all the brains
I can hold my breath and swim

But the water isn't water
and the storms are only drops
And I dip into thick sands

I can climb down into options
Lower myself into the caves
I can spalunk into that dark

But the climbing isn't down
And the top is very far
And there's no dark to look for light

There aren't any options
And there aren't any jobs
There's no sense in looking

For something not there.

Show and Tell

I wish to have a show and tell party.
Each friend brings a creation to share.

One can bring a poem or two,
serious or funny, or both.

One can show his paintings,
drawings, artist's delight.

One can bake or cook a snack
and explain why it was chosen.

One can build an polish a stool
with rusty nails and recycled wood.

One can share a secret.
One a true confession.

One could tell a story
or read one from a book.

One could make a short film,
or act out a soliloquy.

One could even preach a sermon
so passionate and striving.

One could stand-up-comedy
One could sing a song.

And in the end we'd take a vote
and two would be the winners
For favorite show-and-tell
one serious, one fun,
And some small prize would be given.