POEM – ‘Inside Tower One (9/10)’

POEM – ‘Inside Tower One (9/10)’

THE ENDLESS BEEP BEEP OF THE MACHINES
PUMPING THE BLOOD MONEY THROUGH THE SYSTEM.
LOOK UP FROM THE SCREENS FOR A SECOND AND IT’S ALL CHANGE
PHONE IN ONE HAND,
TYPING WITH THE OTHER
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
DRONES AROUND THE OFFICE
WATERCOOLER MOMENTS WITH NEWBIES YOU DON’T KNOW
DISCUSSING TV SHOWS YOU DON’T LIKE
ON CHANNELS YOU DON’T HAVE.
THE OASIS OF THE COFFEE MACHINE
THE CAFFIENE HIT TO KEEP YOU ROLLING ALONG
ESPRESSO IS THE NEW GOD
GOTTA KEEP GOING
GOTTA BREAK TARGETS
ONE MARKET OPENS
ONE MARKET CLOSES.
THE BUZZER GOES
DOWN TOOLS
POWER DOWN
MACS OFF
OUT INTO THE NIGHT
SAME OLD SAME OLD.
HOME TO MICROWAVE FOOD AND HAPPY DAYS.
THERE MUST BE MORE THAN THIS.
MAYBE TOMORROW.
MAYBE TOMORROW I’LL QUIT.

POEM – ‘September 10th’

POEM – ‘September 10th’

TWO MAJESTIC TOWERS
LIKE A PLUG CONNECTED TO THE SKY
MAINLINING THE CITY WITH ENERGY.
A SYMBOL OF THE INDESTRUCIBILITY OF MAN
THE POWER WITHIN
THE POWER TO CREATE.
PEOPLE LIKE ANTS SPEED PAST EACH OTHER
LOADED WITH PAPERS AND STARBUCKS
HITTING THE LIFT
EYES TO THE FLOOR
SITTING IN THEIR CHICKEN COOPS.
THE CLICK CLICK CLICK OF THE KEYS
CREATING REVENUE THE ANTS WILL NEVER SEE.
A BELL SOUNDS AND IT’S OUT INTO THE SEPTEMBER AIR
NOT TURNING BACK TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE MAJESTY OF THE BUILDINGS OR FELLOW WORKERS.
MIND IS ALREADY ON OTHER THINGS.
DINNER RESERVATIONS AT EIGHT
GOTTA PICK UP THE KIDS
GOTTA COOK THE HUSBAND DINNER BEFORE HIS ‘IMPORTANT MEETING’
GOTTA DRINK THAT BOTTLE OF WINE AND WATCH FOX TILL IT BEGINS TO BLUR AND IT’S TIME FOR BED.
TOMORROW AS THEY SAY IS ANOTHER DAY..