2 poems by David S. Cross
Clutter Each has print or handwriting or yellow highlighted sections Some have graphics: pictures I look from one to another Read but cannot comprehend I look at my monitor More words, more graphics I read another paper on my desk The words are nothing I read the monitor More nothing I try another paper from my desk Nothing I don't understand I move a file Grab another file Shift papers There is sound among the papers A whine from an aging microprocessor Voices in the background Speaking more words I don't understand The day has turned inside-out Bright sun is ineffectual Bright smiles are unattended Dark shadows ring the brightness I am in a tunnel It must lead somewhere But I don't know where Nor if I should go a couple of hours this morning it seemed to click the corporate goals the business plan my enthusiasm achieving the targets I was on fire a real producer looking as you always do a picture of something more human the fire went out I was ashen in your heart but still alive
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