Manic Moments

…and some days
we stand up
topple the furnishings
of corporate order
decry politics
and etiquettes
and rage,
rage,
inner light
exploding
in a shattering
ball of fire
blinding
purifying
setting souls free
setting us free

…and then
it’s over –
in a blink
and our desk mate
still sleeps the slumber of automaton
clicks a mouse in rhythm with photocopier

we sigh
and re-conform.

 

 

 

 

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19 comments

  1. When I’ve had those rageful moments at work, I’ve gotten myself in big trouble. It’s taken me a long time, but I’ve finally learned that if you keep banging your head against a brick wall, all you’re going to get is a bloody head. I would say that the following stanza from your poem is the objective correlative for life in cubicle world:

    and our desk mate
    still sleeps the slumber of automaton
    clicks a mouse in rhythm with photocopier

    Well done!

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