the office
is a regurgitation
of seventies motif
with avocado greens
burnt orange
and dark chocolate brown
the walls
have a strange cube pattern
it feels as if
i have fallen
into the overlook hotel
in the middle of texas

outside the window
the blustery dallas skyline
looks angry
with dark gray clouds
threatening
to pour acid rain
over the ants
roaming through
the concrete veins
of lost causes
reflected in the koi ponds
with bamboo
dancing
in the winds
of winter unpromised

everyone walking
in a daze
of semiconscious reverie
unable to balance
the fact
the week is fresh
and already feels like
a string of broken promises
draped
like haunted reminiscence
over the sleepy world
in this cocoon
of retrograde
amnesiac wonder