Monday as Usual

Because we all want to be a myth. A transcendental look at life and beyond-life.

Monday finds me as automatic
click awakes me.
All the attire was proper:
Blue jumpsuit, nametag, hard-hat.
But it was the wrong factory
In a chronic cancellation of
whatyacall reality.
The need to become myths and Shakespeare,
transcending steel-box coffee mugs with
Tim&Tom&Jim&John.
Amongst the misfired springs on
assembly room floors,
unfurled and waiting to be collected, I stand,
punch-card in hand.