I have little to say today.
My thoughts sink off from their posts to dream of napping on the firm brick of sofa upstairs.
Sailing on a large airy carpet, stretched under big windows and high beams.
The traffic noise laps at our commercial shore in waves of loud ugly whispers.
High tide in a noxious machinery sea.
Wrestle my slippery self all day in cancelled out strength.
The boring tasks aren’t as demanding as hopping the mental fences around them.
I’m a corporate slug.
A loaf of slow mucusy administrative muscle.
Today’s paperwork is delivered inside individual halos of table salt.
Inaccessible, but visible for a quick dull taunt.
Can’t tell if it bothers me.
Of course, enough to try and tell.
But clearly not enough to actually tell.
So whatever, another unseasoned leaf please…
...And maybe some more functionless coffee too,
I have a lot of staring to do today.
Quit Vision 