Day: Jan 12, 2012

Coachwork [poem]

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Is there anyone left upon this global
outreach screwed-up new age dive
who isn’t called a “coach” — someone you pay
to orchestrate your life, your mind to probe?
(And all because you had a bad hair day!)

It seems to be the job of choice for those
who — having gone to a workshop or two —
decide that they are fit to run the lives
of those who are confused and misconstrue
just how a human being here survives.

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