office poem:

untidy and unkempt
the hairtide turns again
as the weather warms
and my brow beads

arguing is useless
it just polarizes
hearts can't be won
by force or theori(z)es

I'm cyber-prone
and monotone
all's monochrome
until I'm home

the hum-drum
the numb-bum
the dull thrum
carry on to the fulcrum

but silence ends
as seedlings sprout
new life begins
inside and out



~ 18.04.06