So, I wrote these at 6am on the train to work, during my usual ninety-minute commute. A train filled with tired cubicle workers numb with the knowledge that decades more corporate bullshit and stress lie between them and their pensions.
Most had in common that they were either drinking their first coffee or, like me, were very much looking forward to settling at a desk and deeply imbibing their drug of choice.
It has to be true that if you can build in a few little self-presents throughout the day, like a series of stepping stones, the whole tedious exercise passes more easily.
Smells of earth pure black
Keeps the monster from my mind
Two mugs fresh decaf
So busy yet bored
Hates it all, please kill me now
Writes haiku instead