Poetry Blog by Jacqueline Phillips (office)
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The Usual
Sun through window,
Clock ticks.
I stare into space,
Blank mind like empty canvas.
Pen taps,
Doodles,
Failed slaughterer of time.
Work unfinished,
Clock ticks.
Cold coffee untasted,
I look at unread my emails,
and ignore them.
Facebook?
Clock ticks.
Clock ticks.
Clock ticks.
Shuffle papers,
Move mouse,
Press keys,
Clock ticks.
...Friday 16th January 2015 9:50 am
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