At the Office

This was something I wrote during my office hours, when things got a bit too quiet... Enjoy.

A day like any other

where nothing comes to whomever,

we cradle our desks

we strain letters

of the alphabet.

Hoping for a distraction

takes us to a far away

plain, through electric space

and bear upon

a familiar face.

Hunger for so much more

other than

work, work, work.

Yet four coffees later

equal to five turns of the arrow's arm,

a day like any other

where nothing comes to whomever

I pray for more

work, work, work.

Let the fury end and

the common bird home,

with final cast of

the shadow maker,

I make my own way home.

Reviews

[Dominic Witkop]

MATURE!! It contains the word...
Work.

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