by Rochelle
© July 2010
The office serpentine
Crawls across my desk
Leaving a trail
Of deadlines
While the clock on the wall
Casts her shadow
And sighs:
"Last call"
Collated reports and general ledgers
Fall like autumn leaves
To their blue, plastic
Graves below
As laughter resists
Rising above the silent maze
To penetrate an offensive, fluorescent mist
On goes the buzz
The click, and the hummmmm
In the land of mechanical creatures
Where caffeine and nicotine breaks
Are seen draining life at the water cooler
Gradually replace the talk
Around the campfire
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