Monday

Monday, (put my head down on my desk for a minute, when no one was looking)

                 

One more paycheck, one more nut

One more two-weeks to ceasing this inescapable rut

Idle bodies mouthing the difference between food going in

Prepared by whose kitchen

Hand-carved, grilled, chopped, prepared, not

Services for whom, dollars indifferent to pandemic astringents

Logo-therapy, purpose, meaning

Struggling, commuting, breathing

Release inquiries, indifference to the response

Sign the paper independent of if the answers fit the form

Fall asleep drift into the oblivion of chatter-less Monday mornings

Alone, retired staring at the Price is Right audience sycophants

Bartering for cans of tuna fish and motor-coach crapulence

Showcases of marketing lures for the unemployed

At home, subsidies and soy beans mixed in the drive-through lane

An opportunity to escape, press the pedal and plot a date

In the future to pray for work, to pray to quit working

Undulation of keeping a head in the yoke

Hunting a trophy chucked in the trash with the television remote

Upon return to the domicile, prepare dinner, box the meal

Noodles, steroid chicken and sugar-charms sparkling in cola

Eat the enamel in a modern dystopia

Stare at the concrete, suck up the straw, milkshake missing

The tax return starts to gnaw, the marrow of one for the fat of another

Churn the decision of staked claims, flag holes and beautiful stains

Blurred in the UPC code of robots at the factory, import the cohorts

Brown hands, yellow hands, white hands new

Brown dogs, yellow dogs, blue dogs, red dogs, who

Ill suited to climbing a tree full of cats, pawing and purring

In a leopard-skin habitat of pill box hats

No faux sliced off the beast cover the covers and carnivores need meat

Salivating