Billable hours

A blur of endless pixels

rush past, prolonging each dull thud

upon my semi conscious mind.

rattling fingers play out on keys,

spiders legs along the hairs on my neck.

tick another fleeting objective off the soon forgotten list

as week brings new week, making more weak.

coffee sits in empty hollows, swelling.

all haste and speed

bed and sleep and wake and train and sit and look and type and sit and check and smile and pretend you care and sit and look and type and sit and train and bed and sleep.

a blur of endless pixels

drilling incessantly at the endless hollow expanse of pointless, wasted time.