On this day Len was right-
sized @3:23PM Sixteen of us are left in vacuum
smell area [E]
building:33

@4:00 in Queen Latifah
b/c Group Managers get to name
Conference Rooms there are two
& one half pizzas Beside parking lot "garden"

Len is a miniature through burnt coral Levlor
He begat the VULTURE intra-office listserv
@4:03 I will eat w/respect two slices of pesto/
black olive for Len

His cube is distributed
among us @4:08
I struggle to hold
his ERGOkeyboard Margie

Sturges now seizures in Cube222 A Ready-
Set-Temp goes mouth-to-mouth
til @4:10 I push him off & pull medicine from her
beige mini-backpack The time is 4:16 when I walk

Out & above Most Beautiful Highway In The World
through my dusty windshield a hawk swings
a snake from its talons & I
nearly dent a Mazda Miata

Today @ Nth Annual Picnic/Com-
petition/Lull-otomy might I reminisce
of a past that may not have passed?
Here before Tug-O-War can it be
me (THE TRANSNERDINAL) who struggles
to pick a side to pull from? Maybe months ago

In Cafetorium
Peter Franklin (THE BOOMER) held annoying Junk
Mail: "Mr. Pelt Frelkin" in one
hand Two tuna sandwiches in
other Soccer Dads Gary/Dick/Burt/Lee
at side & dressed in pressed chinos At near-

By table throng of Generation
X/Y (THE PROMISING) w/executive groupies
PowerLunching & surely mapping Early Boomer
Retirement (EBR) Peter
shed did he? tuna & knocked off early to exe-
cute himself The next working

Day Pelt Frelkin (THE GLORIOUS) introduced to
X/Ys his newly bald head
glistening futuristic Thick black
retro-frames on glasses
Silver synthetic
vest over chest hair Army pants & tongue

Stud W/amusement X/Ys Zach/P-Dub/Boingo accept-
ed Pelt A sort of
MiddleagedMascot but entitled to cutting edge
Accounts/Promotions/Skateboard
Rash along w/Boomer scorn & cold upper arm
of the law woman/two children (THE MISGUIDED)

Suckers of Pelt's success On side-
lines now my W/C chant w/crowd "Chubby/Old/
Proud" & Tug-O-Peter-Pelt (THE CONFUSED) is on
G/D/B/L have 200 lbs on X/Ys & all
eyes on me PF or PF
Which will it be?

I employ one moment to ruminate
on selflessness before wedging girth
between B & L & we yank & eat murky
mud when G & D's ACLs
rip The W/C run & hug me damp/defeated
as MediRedi bears my Boomers/broken away