March 2005 / Volume VI / Issue II
D.B. Cox
just enough

mondays–
bound to the freeway
fighting the inclination
to run

this way, that way
ignoring distractions
roadside attractions
that might make you late

for the workplace
enclosed space
of fluorescent hell
that smells

like an urgent memo
a reminder
to take a look
at the color photo

taped
to the stone-gray
wall of your cube
that keeps your soul

nailed
to the fucking
company floor
stops you from

screaming, dreaming
about a getaway –
simple kodachrome
faces that give you

just enough
to keep coming
here
& going back again
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