Wednesday, February 03, 2010


Slender Allotment

In the hallways of downtowns,

behind the drowning

drone of computers whirring,

beneath the chafing stiffness

of crisp clean shirts,

below the surface

of the freshly showered skin,

beat the hearts

of men and women,

blood running thin,

the rhythm of time

slowly drifting by;

amid reams of paper and reports,

coffee-stained and rearranged

daily output and input streams

of information regarding

wickets and widgets

or dreams coldly reduced

to predictions of profit and loss-

this is where our lives occur,

this is where we pass the time,

our shallow slender

allotment of eternity.