Free verse № 137030
Where the Hell Did I Put My Glasses?
A pen, paper cup and pair of reading glasses
lie fastened to a desk in an old unused trailer.
The bonding agent?
A 10 year old coffee and sugar concoction
fashioned wholly from unsteady hands
- hands that plugged away each day at an old keyboard,
rummaged files for lost memos and reports
and thumbed frantically through obsolete
versions of the company phone listing -
hands that no longer toil for an annual wage
but now steadily hold the daily tabloid at arms length.
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in an old unused trailer
a pen and paper cup
read like memoirs,
bound there by concoction
of sugar and ten-year-old coffee.
Written by unsteady hands
on an old keyboard,
and rummaged files for lost reports,
thumbed frantically the company phone listing -
hands that no longer toil for an annual wage
but steadily hold the daily tabloid at arms length.
just a suggestion.
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