Office Musing


Sitting firmly at this cool dark desk, I see
no room for inspiration – among the shifting
light, the slamming of drawers, florescent
files, the dripping bitter coffee scent.

No muse could journey through these pens
scratching, clamoring gossip, exotic blends
of cheap perfumes, incessant ringing noise
of busy phones, cruel words of grown-up boys.

Clatter on ladder rungs spaced wide, running high
to a false heaven invading the calmest night.
Amid the finely polished knives and knots,
I see this is no place for odes or sonnets.





Read/recorded for National Public Radio “Theme & Variations” program of 7/25/2004  
© 2004 DJ Gaskin