When was the last
memory I saved? Too quick to behave in a
supply maze.
Little slivers of
hazy static atoms, waiting to be packaged
Sent off on a
pallet, the blood stained on the mallet's handle.
The hands, the hands
of a man, a man trying to be a Man.
I come here for my
mission
I find it easier to
fish in.
Even though the
moments don't stick
Even when the
emotions run thick
Backed up by my own
shadow, each day the conditions unravel
From dust covered
product, the merchandise the only item reaching solace
A faint glimmer of
summer from the skylights
A tan, only ten
minutes of highlights.
I wish I was over
this peak
The kind that make
knees weak
It all feels like a
week
I'm free to behave
irrationally.
Through the liquids
of produce
I can't produce a
tome
I wish I was back
home
Why did I come here?
When the things I
know aren't near
A place I singularly
fear
Watch the tape
And watch me steer
Under no sleep only
stress
I can only hope to
impress
Not the shirts with
their rest
Not the workers
finding time to text
Only a shadow laying
For me next.
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