Dogs 2012

ROOM WITHOUT A VIEW
(10/31/12)


at times
I feel
overwhelmed

I look
at both
the pulp
and electronic
clutter
amassed
upon my
desk
and my brain
becomes befogged
as the realization
of work undone
presses in
upon
my retinas

too much

much
too much

I get up
and walk outside
for a few
minutes

the sun
on my skin
the hard asphalt
under my feet
the slight
breeze
brushing
my face
remind me
what is
real

the virtual
torturers
back in the office
cannot physically
harm me
in any way

but a car
cutting through
the parking lot
could do
some serious
damage
if my attention
is directed
inward
and I am
caught
unaware

then
a sudden sidestep

a few profanities

and a finger
in the air

completely
return me
to the land
of sticks
and stones

I only
wish
that I could
carry this
corporeal connection
back to the
Fluorescent Planet
inside

where
a disembodied
phone call
is headed
straight
for me