the office
I am late
(I always was)
but that is not
the horror. The horror
is the suffocation
of a cubicle
stuck in space,
windowless, dusty,
carpeted in stink
wall-up-wall. Up
yours, backstabbers!
Take your ladders and
climb them, rung by rung;
I was wrung out mid-way-Up
yours (never mine) anyway.
Never mind.
Anyway, sorting out how
I am back while acting
like I never left while
watching my back
sort of makes me wish
I could find reason
in this sordid place,
my pergatory, your hell.
Hell, I am just trying to
get out of here.
(I always was.)
MLydiaM ~ April 2012
GIF via tumblr
Written for Poetics-Nightmare Verse at dVerse Poets. Thank you to Stu McPherson for this prompt guiding us through a nightmarish realm. I hope that, by writing about this particular recurring nightmare, it will nevermore return!
Top image by Tim Patterson via Life After the Cubicle
.
