A Daydreamers Nightshift

AMUC

I got right off the elevator
and shuddered from the light
gated corridors have obscured
the day from night

I pray beside my percolator
white room sterile and trite
the fated steps of routine regress
Fed through coffee and fright

Hellbent we just ride the ride

I went to the looming file cabinet
where the mess of the files reside
I see ‘madness’, ‘mistake’
and ‘Mindf–k while awake’
But I can’t find ‘myself’ inside

hello operator
please don’t save this call for later
I’m tired and alone
so please pick up the phone

hey procrastinator
so resigned to fate
or are ya
more liquid than a stone
if so go forth and flow to home