Fast Poem 31: Lament on a Cubicle Creature

Sit at your cheap desk

hands on your keyboard

your fingers type words

that nobody reads.

Marketspeak buzzwords,

positioning statements,

defining a product

that nobody needs.

Telephone vibrates you out of your flow,

paragraphs flee from your mind.

Fumble your pocket but voicemail picks up

and it’s gone.

Mundane in the key of boredom.

Must be something more than boredom.

Daydream and endure the boredom.

Read what you’ve written.

Remember the artist

you buried to marry

her beautiful eyes.

Everyone loved her

and she fed your ego;

adulate lovemaking,

sky shaking sighs.

Poetic flashbacks appear in your mind;

reality paints them dull grey.

You pay the price everyday of your life

and she’s gone.

You thought to get by with great sex.

Marriage needed more than great sex.

Better clear your mind of great sex.

Back to your cheap chair

your eyes find your schedule,

you’re late for a meeting:

hors d’oeuvres and fine wine.

Finger food beckons

a drink then some flirting,

adopting her standards,

forgetting your whine.

Mundane in the key of boredom.

Must be something more than boredom.

Daydream and endure the boredom.


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