working at work doesn't work

words are running around outside breathless.

i want to eat every adjective i find on the sidewalk

and wrap it as a present to the next misbehaving child.

faces of frenzy walk past by me, ghost presence and the lights they never stop.

not one soul stopped to mourn the end of summer.

thoughts are spiking and the echo-gram is jumping.

there is no comma to pause for a moment

and all the periods have escaped into lush fields.

on

and

on

and

on

i go

until the mind has fried its last battery

and

now

everyone

is

asleep.

the

mind

is

sober.