A gentle nudge

and you're out the door

no inkling whatsoever

of what's in store

this day has no moorings

no absolute floor

and you find yourself drifting

Practiced pace

takes you to each task

forgettable faces

with questions to ask

their charms are unseemly

their smiles just a mask

and you know that you're rifting

Consumption of duty

absorption of nil

time's just an animal

that you need to kill

each second an epoch

at odds with your will

and you see yourself plying

Retire to commute

frustrations anew

craned necks and gnashed teeth

white knuckles are blue

broken bottle bladework

a new scar for you

and you know that you're dying

Copyright:  Brian Pellerino   2009