Sunset is at 8:21
Thrashing inside
No regrets
Oh! Regrets
Who is shaded in the unrelenting sun
Who is dapper on a night when no one won
Only you
Kibbles in the jar
Dribbles on the bar
From glasses sweating in this ungodly heat
Bohemians gyrating in their suits, meat
Market of first world slaves
Digital shopping carts away from financial ruin amidst shiny things
Laying in a pile of the most shiny things
When the job forgets you
And you forget the job
But became a primordial blob
While turning yourself into moving stacks of dimes
Turning in the chair and the coins fly off
Typing with flare and the coins fly off
Running from desk to desk as the coins fly off
Until there is nothing there, but air typing and turning, flying and running
Never a tree or a knee in sight
Dead air
Dead in there
And cold
The corporation
A cell to hold us captive to the most shiny things
Bling, Bling!
Ding!
Done.
You’re old
Time’s up
No grand adventure to show for it
Go home
Shed your suit
Burst into starseeds
Control, Alt, Delete.
Copyright © 2018 Camille Elizabeth – 22 spheres ephemera
Featured art: Death by Dimes photo, collage, & digital by: Copyright © 2018 Camille Elizabeth – 22 spheres ephemera