“Monday”

Zoned out on a Monday morning

While the college station drones on,

A deep grumbling from hastily

Consumed buttered toast and coffee

Bubbles to the surface—a burp.

 

Passionless bleats from zombiefied

Speed demons wake me from my trance.

Where am I? How did I get here?

But then the engine’s lullaby

Returns me to my hypnosis.

 

One among the staggering horde

I traverse the city daily,

Sighing sad, cacophonous groans

Until finally the last vestige

Of the fortieth hour vanishes.

– August 8, 2013