corporate arrival

gate opens only after the badge
gratifies the electronic reader;
not covered from the Florida

the parking garage;
the sidewalk walk;
head down
firmly in place.

the deep silent sighs
aren’t as silent as they seem.
eyes set upon the elevator floor
thirty seven floor buttons pressed
(what is this life?)

I’m here:
suit, professional mannerisms,
styled hair, detailed beard,
straddling the borderline of insanity
and madness;
they both may fully envelope me.

but who knows what this 21 year old boss of mine
will decide for me today;
let’s hope a heart attack dictates the outcome.

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Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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