The immutable
clench of Monday morning
Wrapping python
appendages in a throat collar
Of feckless words
to utter to office wood paneling
Thirty years
patterned in machine cohesion
Phone rings ears
to mouths, alternating faces
Toilet mirages
taking turns on salutations, greetings
Mimicking small
talk auditing respect and manners
Apathy eats away
like orange juiced acid berating the armor
Of ethic, of
concern, of want to improve
The shackle of
stasis has clamped
Dreams waft in
plump cheeks and cracked rib radiators
Hustling for a
fix job, a crimp fluid injection
The dulcet sounds
of oblivion beckon tongue waggles
To pulsate a
response like cunilingus that was actually effective
Producing an
honest reaction of happiness reverberating through the room
Like Mozart
arrangements harmonic and the sort of confluence
The world would
seek to replicate if only any moment could be
Forever the left
side of a brain pursues, yet is caught in an inescapable present
Perpetually
taunted by a past and future out of reach like rainbows
Of when it was or
what if this could be
Oh, the light
spectrum of my New Orleans
Katrina has
bludgeoned you to a parade of plastic surgery
We are strangers,
discussing what we might discuss
If we could ever
find the time for coffee, as if I ever drink the beans
Grounds spit out
chalking and coarse invade a spasmodic larynx
Seizing the
second of the now approaches and muted into ridiculous appearances
In the moment of
requirement producing nothing but an unending river
Of analogies and
similes, because the truth is a wrenching testament
Void of empathy
to a cancerous tale that only spreads to rot other potential hosts
There is no
sanctuary when a man and woman entwine into one body
The blood cells
are ingrates and jesters of melancholy and bitter Wednesdays
Like DNA markers
of another septet of calendar numeric platelets vanquished
There is no scab
for there is no open wound only a sloop stack coat rack of skin on bones
Standing or
sitting, sleeping or eating, motions of hampered respiration Mondays
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