Office Christmas

tick tocking teardrop falling
tap duct tip tapping
in a slow one two
one two..

I sit expelling.
Expunging.

A mirage of tin walls swirling
turning colours.

A breakfast caesar and two cigarettes later.
Christmas at the office

cracks in the veneer
warrant a fresh new surface.
regional command

sent down a task force
to get high on a jungle gym,
smiling a comfortable awkward.

blemishes liquefied,
slipped between chilled fingers,
the boards they sit on

plunged into the warm sand.

yup its a war out there

war of the wilted roses

Well tonight for all that matter/

And Tonight!

bike lights blink blue...
two new tubes, fancy ones...
winter's perfect vehicle almost complete

look who came crawling back rebuttles
in a tool bar somewhere...
a toolbox later.

Smoking {not drinking; (tonight at least)}
photos,
FunFun!
Fun in the Midnight Sun.

and:
-she cries.
-he sits

it's like standing in the principals office for making fake cigarettes in grade 5.
not listening at all. Thinking how nice it will be to be out of her office.
Where are your bathing suit raccoon "pages de réflections" now?
Where are your newest punishments.