there’s an aesthetic atmospheric feel that lives on
Desks ( the euphony)
an aura seeps from coffee steam near by
dictionary pages twitting wrords
your pen fat with ink, aching..
Pop the top of your laptop up, it makes the feel
that Work done is the product of force and distance

but i’m just playing a game of Solitaire
the only force applied is a click of a finger
the only distance is that of the shifting cursor
now the coffee gets cold
the chair starts pricking my ass
the dictionary only vomits hieroglyphs
the ink jets out dry
the feeling becomes emotion
Game over.


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