escher poetry — [H]

today’s personality tunes have been suspended
a failure of skittles to breathe to the office
the silence is flattening

no hair ball barbs bounce between desks
the distance beyond doors can be overheard
i fear i can think

really they’re all quiet like small nails walking
we each tap our own funeral music
dance of the half clap

the mild noise of our collective near silence
will return once the apologetic airline sneezes
have sparkled in the songlight