(no subject)

[sgriobhaiche]

office
chairs
swivel to give the illusion of privacy
computers tilted,
back and forth
there are no illusions here
all is grey and stark
even the brightly coloured brochures
stifled
everything is stifled

Then, a breath, a break
the coffee shop where soft browns and beiges
sooth the eye and coax the senses to ease
the pen jiggles in the loosened fingertips
the paper aches its emptyness
then it fills,
words leaping overthemselevesto get to existance
hot coffee burns the tounge
and more senses are excited
more words leap to the page
nonsense, chaos, blissful language
in juxtposition
to

work
where it is numbers and codes
not even real words
not even real sentances
but not the nonsentance of poetry
there is no poetry here
but for now,
lunch is over.