Lunchroom verse

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