Commute

Glare invades my curtains

The creased lids of my eyes;

Self-conscious of its quivering—

My initiation to the day; uninspired

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The creased lids of my eyes;

Open as coffee floods my throat

My initiation to the day; uninspired

The battered subway doors;

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Open as coffee floods my throat

At the office: Godot waits for me

The battered subway doors;

Unsmiling souls trapped within

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At the office: Godot waits for me

The pod; a pen

Unsmiling souls trapped within

COB looms

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The pod; a pen

Sirens carry on the wind

COB looms

Anxious with anticipation

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Sirens carry on the wind

On the six line; the sun-kissed seats

Anxious with anticipation

The toaster-tap of my card

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On the six line; the sun-kissed seats

Plastic encasing beckoning me home

The toaster-tap of my card

The broken blue light outside; its

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Plastic encasing beckoning me home

Self-conscious of its quivering—

The broken blue light outside; its

Glare invades my curtains