lunchroom table
Monday’s pile of lost souls
me — among the missing
seconds
walk me by
dragging their feet
on the cold square tile
not boredom
these people
carry the visage of indifference
and insomnia’s face paint
I’ve been here before
I will be here again
I will forget this place
— eventually
my gaze
runs wild
runs from me
from my mind
— runs from this place
me — scribbling
mangled verse
into my frantic phone
as if it were a time bomb
ticking down the seconds
until I explode
into freedom
Monday’s pile of lost souls
me — among the missing
seconds
walk me by
dragging their feet
on the cold square tile
not boredom
these people
carry the visage of indifference
and insomnia’s face paint
I’ve been here before
I will be here again
I will forget this place
— eventually
my gaze
runs wild
runs from me
from my mind
— runs from this place
me — scribbling
mangled verse
into my frantic phone
as if it were a time bomb
ticking down the seconds
until I explode
into freedom
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