cords dangle from your arms
                              hefting and shuffling
                              you clasp a laptop
                              a mix of casual awareness
                              for you've done this year after year
                              from one meeting
                                   to the next
                              
                              yet just below that casual swing
                              is a layer of fear
                              that white knuckles your heart
                              at the possibility,
                              nay the inevitability,
                              of dropping the plastic & bits
                              and watching it all go to waste
                              
                              because the worth of you
                              to your boss and boss' boss
                              is not your talent
                              nor the breadth and scope
                              of a mind bored to death
                              but rather the culmination
                                    of a million keystrokes
                                   jumping from one task
                                   to the next,
                                        without a thought caution
                                        just a less obstinate horse
                                        trudging where it must
                                        for it must!
                                        the bit punishes resistance
                                             by tearing
                                             by biting
                              
                              and without that history,
                              what are you?
                              bits and pieces,
                              without a story to tell
                              7/17/14  
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
 
                                               
                                                  