The unknown road.

So I received an email today from the Bloomberg campaign. They are apparently very interested in my resume and I have an interview set for Thursday, which doubles as my birthday. Oh how sweetly ironic and fitting that is. However, I am hesitant because I am not sure what position they are interested to bring me in for. I have absolutely no desire to be a canvasser, walking the streets and attempting to find cold voters who might decide to (maybe) vote for him. In addition to that I am not terribly familiar with his politics or political history as I am still very new to the city and have not been studying him for years. So tomorrow is intensive research day where I try to find out as much about his time in office as possible before I walk through the door and get grilled about why I want to work for him. Wish me luck.

Something odd has happened to me recently and in the interest of disclosure I do not plan to elaborate upon it except to construct a very short (and shitty) poem about how I am feeling. Bear with me as I have not written poetry in over a decade, despite that it was once the greatest love of my life.

Gigantic and sinuous proportions fit into a mold
That has shifted into a rotten, damaged shape
Unexpectedly strange and overwhelming
Alienation leading to the construction of a path
Suddenly left in question
No new knowledge comes
But gentle hands serve as tentative guidance
Delicate strokes over gaping wounds
Does not insure a healing
Frayed hope on the lapel of an old mistress
Whose painful lashing is an all too prevalent reminder
That relief is fleeting
and misleading
For one moment
It all feels
As if an easy curve in the world
Can possibly bring comfort
Brief as it may be

Thank you folks. I'll be here all week.