NEVER HAVE GONE

theres a tape in me
that plays back 

old friends voices

with such timing 

that its like

they never
have gone 

~

this conjured backing

is flowers that bloom

out the stomped dust 

MONDAY 8.30 AM (later i will bore the union reps)

monday
8.30 AM

HR meeting
so
i'm
already sipping coffee number three

barely here at all . . .

corner office
and
the
living faces shine too bright
with
pregnancy and enthusiasm and dutiful compassion
all
HD
and
blinding

i want to cry out - 
its 
TOO EARLY !

. . . the meeting is just WORDS
rattling
like
pebbles
on
a
loose
highway black top

i ask half-questions
to
strange looks
and
the
future takes its shape
as
always
thru omissions and accidents
and
bad
timing