I am fiddling around with some themes for my next poems. (Wow has it been 11 days since my last post? Unbelievable.) It seems like the only time I actually write is when I am unhappy with the state of things. Case in point: today I got chewed out at work.

The typical full time, near-minimum wage job is a merciless machine with one objective in mind: to expend worker’s energies into productive products. Workers are cogs, the lowest gears of the machine which provide the raw energy needed to sustain it. I called my boss at Job B today and asked if I could work. The response? “If I can use you.”

This is a theme I am playing around with. There are others, such as the slowing down of our society due to skyrocketing gas prices. No, really. People don’t really drive 50 in 45 zones anymore, at least not when they can help it.

The other day I was headed to my old high school to see some people. I was, shit you not, beaten by a man on a bike. Granted, this was no ordinary man, riding around in the 120 degree Arizona heat, and I hit nearly every red light, but the fact remains that he traveled just as fast as me for the amount of time we were “racing.” Him in his man-powered two-wheeler, and me in my 230-something-horsepower V6.

Which leads me to my next point, which my dad observed. People in China, the country with the greatest number of bicycles in the world, are discovering the joys and comforts of the automobile, and people in America are rediscovering the incredible efficiency of the bicycle.

Times are really changing. Fast.

I’ll have a poem soon, don’t worry..