In The Office

Another day of being tied
Eyes blinkered at the screen
Inside the silent scream
Prisoner retching life

Outside trees know nothing
Human pain, suffering,
In glory stripping skirts
Leaf-showers October golden drifts

And the cars stop and go
At the traffic lights, slow, slow
Does the day move across the sky
Inside, in here, my dying eye

Blinkered at the screen
Dry throat rough from screaming
Mouth weaned
On silence, and silent do I scream

Living rage these bars
This daily window, desk, chair
Inanity petty people here
Quietly do I envy, out there, those cars

Their forward motion movement
Catching sun as they go
Free beneath the wide and blue
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