that time i worked in the adult film industry
fresh out of high school
work for a band going nowhere
girl named Candy
tells me about a job
however
certain inadequacies preclude
me from front of the camera work
but a lie about being tech savvy
and literate gets me in
an editing room
hours are my own
no one asks or cares or
wonders if i really know
what i am doing
and i don’t but i meet
deadlines
features, shorts, loops,
it’s all the same
any clown can edit
video on a fast computer
write blurbs, promotional
one pagers, fake reviews
on tedious blog pages
no one reads
meet the girls, the guys,
spend time on set
find myself dreaming
of the days working
with the band on
Sunset Blvd
or reading Dostoevsky
or loading trucks
12 hours a day