“Just another cubicle Thursday”
I think as I grab my Mt. Dew.
The wall clock stalls to laugh at me
And teases the whole morning through.
I find myself just being bored
Without much fanfare to accrue.
Browsing Help Wanted ads galore…
Searching for something to better do.
What can I blog this one, specific morning
To transcend words beyond this cold screen?
No windows for natural sunlight to reach me…
Dusty walls are all that can be seen.
Just to throw in the towel this one, boring day
And feel the wind rustle through my long hair
Is enough a dream to keep me going…
Even in this bland cubicle “somewhere”
Please be wary when you see me riding…
Oh, those cars pose such ongoing fear
That each inattentive driver won’t see me
Approaching in their rearview mirror.
I work just like you and love just like you
Though your stereotypes have me unemployed.
I have friends just like you and family just like you…
And like you, I can become just as annoyed
With anyone degrading my life
And twisting my life to fit within that narrow view.
I’m longing to go home when the time clock OKs
Don’t let my life wane because of you.
Do not swerve in front of me…
I may not be able to react just in time
Before your four wheels
Crushes these two wheels of mine.
Do not cruise beside me…
And from out your window, a cigarette flick
For it my just come to scorch me
As though a tossed, flaming brick.
Do not tailgate behind me…
For my one tail light is nothing like your two
I may have to stop suddenly…
Would you have enough time to act on cue?
It’s another Cubicle Thursday
And I’m thinking of that ceaseless lane…
Please let me live to ride another day…
Pay attention…pay no pain.
Excellent write, Lori...I give motorcycle riders extra room if only for their peace of mind that I am very cautious as it is. But brave you be, I prefer the road with all four wheels.
I love riding a bike but some of your main worries are some that caused me to give it up. Mildly ; picking asphalt and stone from your skin is no fun and road rash hurts like hell. Good write and excellent word usage. Blessings Always and May God protect you in an unsettled world, Paul.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
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Beautiful composition in a unique style and fluency.
"Another Cubicle Thursday (biker's poem)" adds value to The American Fine Letters.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Be safe,
Karen
I love riding a bike but some of your main worries are some that caused me to give it up. Mildly ; picking asphalt and stone from your skin is no fun and road rash hurts like hell. Good write and excellent word usage. Blessings Always and May God protect you in an unsettled world, Paul.