Our Daily Doldrums

Our Daily Doldrums

Everslow the clock speaks
Tickida Tickida Tick.

Coffee in the stained pot falls
Drip, Drip, Drip.

Mechanical computer Mouse sings
Click Click Click.

A memo from a summer’s day,
through window, tinted gray.

To: Whoever you please
From: Wispy Breeze
Subject: I caress the trees, desire you to be free.
Re: Flee.

I drift Outside,
eyes open wide.

Flick, Flick goes the Bic,
Scintillating smoke drifts.

Back inside,
Tickida Tickida Drip.