The day ejected me like bad Taco <br />and I tumbled out onto my mattress <br />prepared to stare up at my mobile all night. <br />Sleep would not come to me in that darkness. <br />only the induced coma <br />of obsessive thoughts <br /> <br />of counting my mistakes that day. <br />Sheep counting would not work this time. <br /> <br />I take a deep breath <br />hoping to expel those critical voices in my head <br />to even out my breathing <br />so as to avoid that panting pace <br />I knew might signal a panic attack. <br /> <br />'Great.' I thought ' I have them just where they want me.' <br /> <br />All my morning resolve for the day had dissolved like water going through a sieve. <br />No War worse than an Office War; <br />no sweet smile covers best than that which conceals the cobra's lunge. <br />over the top of the cloth wall. <br />I steely mouth the silent insult hurled my way <br />but alas Cubicle world is not sound proof and my comment is heard by all but not the insult which provoked it. <br />An bad word is heard by all but a silent insult is deadly and heard by none. <br /> <br />All in a day's work in Foxhole Cubicle World. <br />I am in my night time casket <br />wondering if the next morning <br />if the boss is going to show up <br />to close the lid <br />and partition out my cubicle <br />phone and laptop <br />pronouncing me <br />free to walk <br />the LA streets.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cubicle-world/
