News

News

Can I come home with good news for once?

Can I roam along without blues to announce?

A joy scavenger fiddling among the scraps,

A lost wanderer in search of a different map.

I rescue seconds from to-do lists

But lose hours to rush requests.

There is no order in command,

Only a command, an order and occasional reprimands.

Task by task and job by job

A lack of sense in their dialogue.

Petition here, project there,

Nothing important, as if there ever were.

Like a spider, I reach into the web,

In search of life or some sunlight,

Or some other welcome contact instead.

But my report alas,

Gets lost within a glass,

Of a spirit that cleanses,

Of a liquid that steals,

The memory of a lost day,

In hope to pay bills.