Beige Nightmare

Here I sit, broken hearted
Tried to think, but quietly farted
The putrid scent wafted
And whispers ensued
Pssst… Who would do that
Shhh… maybe he’ll hear you
mmmph… I strain to contain
my hopes and prayers
that everyone around me
Chokes on my anal vapors

I recollect last night’s dream
To overtake the thought of work
A terrorist attack worthy of CNN
Initiated by accident
Accentuated by sleep
Trying to avoid the degeneration
Of a slow corporate demise
Most will crash and burn
While few feign success
I’m found guilty of being content

tacos for lunch

i had tacos for lunch today
during the aftermath i thought
i'm contemplating quitting
packing it in and moving on
I'm sure friends will question
the basis for such action
without being superficial
i base my reasons in reasoning
employment has become confiment
and my days are stripped of enjoyment
with that said and done
it's time to consider change

when production comes in hiccups
and time stops more than it starts
i yearn for the next bomb threat
to disrupt the mind-numbing flow
thirty minute restroom recluse
sixty minute mid-day

me and my half rhyme

i want to tell her

we could be

yet i've to show her

we can be

soft horns blow

that compensate how i

feel for this

thing called "we"

i chase imaginary

dreams directing cut

one, two and three

yet never shooting

the scene correctly

misplaced extras

and incorrect choreography

let us dance to dictate

what you think may

BE

when I am her

and she is me

all will coincide

intimately and correctly

when the OE speeks

this monday is miles away

from the happiness

that defined yesterday

lackadaisical like a musical

whimsical like periwinkle

i'm fishing for reason

to be optimistic

the bait's been taken

yet the fish ain't bitin'

content to be with

all that's floating my way

when the OE speeks

either you listen

or you drown in sorrow

forget that yesterday

forged the death trap

that became tomorrow

sick guitar riffs dance

in the fading dream puff

i catch by chance

without direction i roam

in and out of consciousness

open doors close to a way

that leaves me wanting more

perplexed puns play pigeon

shitting on my shattered psyche

i tire of the mental mess

that leaves me wanting more

when the OE speeks

either you listen

or you drown in sorrow

forget that yesterday

forged the death trap

that becomes tomorrow