Single Stone

Single Stone

A single stone thrown,

Can crack a glass ceiling.

But willing hands lay fallen,

Deep in apathy swimming.

Eyes observe

and minds are blurred,

By how easy is their stealing.

Salaries granted not earned,

Selfishness that borders on the absurd.

A menu does not a good meal make,

And advertising covers what is fake.

Blinded by power and perception,

And given sleight of hand,

The snakes hiss laughter and deception,

As the work gets done on command.

A single stone thrown,

Can crash a glass ceiling,

But my hands are tied and bound,

And the urge to leave is all I’m feeling. 

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.