Me Time
I need some me time. Gonna call in sick
to work today. Okay. So now I’m sarcastic
ally ensconced in the sand at this gorgeous
beach, no worries whatsoever, watching the
waves flicker under the glimmering sun as
they tongue at the sparkling silica spread
between me and the fluctuating boundary
of the firmament. All of this I do, whilst
sitting in the coffin-sized space in which I
live, crumpled beneath, up and over this
bruise-battered desk that’s what’s mine,
twitch-dreaming the day away and into the
sour unswallowable horse-pill of another
unimaginative night’s sleepless oblivion.
