26 degrees & I'm falling asleep to the tune
of an incessant noise of the self-righteous
voice leaving grey intersecting scallops in
the air - red exclamation marks at the end
of every phrase, & waking up with a bang
every time my head falls into my hands
I hear colleagues laugh at my somnolence
while they're typing; I wish that the month
of August would spirit me away from where
I'm checking terms about plant pests while
the real office pest is having a ball, and an
animated choir of voices join - shouting to
Each other above the cacophony; my brain
deflates, implodes, and totally collapses - I
slide into the small dark cave at the end of
my wits where my ego drowns - leaving this
shell only; slowly my brain is woken by my
drinking coffee, feeling ashamed, humbled
By my sleepiness, I sheepishly regard my
document - start looking for the ONE right
way of declaring acts and regulations, and
rueing that I woke into the same world that
turned off my mind with its noisy boredom
[Being a reptile with mercury flowing in my
veins, heat and noise do not constitute the
best place for me to survive with my
crocodilian senses intact...]
Most of my body like yours is warmer than warm. I have to keep the house at sixty seven degrees just to breath. Margaret you are steady and true a while you have been here with some twenty others. I'd like to say thank for all of your contributions.. iip.. James
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I like your note as much as your poem! Your reptilian mercurial system...Your poem throws you into your not so pleasant moment. Some of your descriptive sections do a great job of conveying what you are experiencing. The intersecting scallops and red exclamation marks are spot on with a dual meaning. I hope it's getting a bit cooler for you.