Late for work

sweat oozes as my
tiny pores open up like
old wounds, memories

people tender free
refreshment under the sun;
I’m late for work,

too late to even
acknowledge kindness


Meaning(more or)less

I did a 9 – 6 shift, even on a Sunday.

Yeah, another day went by like countless others – days

that I would later wish could have been

spent doing something more meaningless, like

observing the musical trajectory of the day: silence-chaos-silence,

instead of shooting like comets after deadlines, caught helplessly in its pull.

Because you know,

“Not everything has to be significant.
Imagine if everything had meaning. You would choke!”

(Found this quote while meaninglessly loitering the hallways of the desktop assigned to me; the quote is from the movie ‘I Wish’ by Hirokazu Kore-eda)