The Red Crown

Lacerated bookkeepers,

I saw tabbing, indexing

codices in a spiral motion 

down

a 

stare.

It reads more into it than it tells.

I wonder which end to begin

at some point in the conversation.

Like the famed cask at sea,

I ask myself if I am going to

have to

end this monologue to introduce it.

The bookkeepers 

hang on  each

syllable. Looking from the bottom toward

the bottoming out point. To illustrate the difference belied 

in-congruent  bellied  and

stagnant additions:

"Yes. I think the protagonist represents our own shared experience: the fear of dying in the workplace. Whether or not that means anything to you is not my problem."

"I can't say I agree. But at least we're on the same page."

As D. Boon once put it "Love is leaf-like. You and me baby."

Author's Note

Criticism is always welcome any and all.