Welcome to day 38 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day imprecation meaning "a spoken curse."
Office Day Dreaming
Rarely do I gaze out the window
Observing the countenances of
Greying figures to recite
Imprecations to the invisible
Buffeting agonies grinding up
Inside my four walls
The cubicle is a strangulation cell
Most say, they describe
The condemnation of routine
Complaining of better days, so few
And far between there are
Placating words, natural flows
In between the mundane
Minutiae that makes up the day
The morning fatigue sweeping in
Like dust under a rug
Filling the sinuses, the conversation
Is grey and unfulfilled
The company is solemn
Stamping feet hammer to insolent
Beats and radio spray
Lip-sticked lips mouth about
Over ripe and rippled tops
Singing melancholy tunes as they sag Against their avatars hovering
Over their consoles and blinking
Monitors, oh for a sip of coffee
Announces the afternoon
There is a moment, rarely
Where imagination is reckoned within the uninspired imaginary space of productivity
This sea of blinking screens and
Living pictures playing out
More real than real
Running computers that spew life
Ruining the dried up sponge-world
That so readily spits one out,
Into the gloaming where the horizon is all two dimensional
Cutouts of silhouettes with
Gorgeous water colours of
Orange and pink and red
They intermingle and spin heady
Reverie, there is peace in this 20:20 resolution finer than the sheen of glass.
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