Poetry

EXPERIMENT

Back in the day,
they’d jet me away
to meet with clients
in New York or L.A.

Now five years remote,
no planes, trains, or boat,
just my face in a square
on a grid, reading quotes!

I must leave this house,
give up laptop and mouse,
be with people again
else be driven insane.

Time to rejoin the dance,
ditch my felt loungewear pants,
trade this career experiment
for some social life merriment,
but no…
if I go…
who will water my plants?

MMXXV: 301/365

{The checkmark lets me post longer poems--hooray!}

More Tomorrow:

EXPERIMENT

Back in the day,
they’d jet me away
to meet with clients
in New York or L.A.

Now five years remote,
no planes, trains, or boat,
just my face in a square
on a grid, reading quotes!

I must leave this house,
give up laptop and mouse,
be with people again
else be driven insane.

Time to rejoin the dance,
ditch my felt loungewear pants,
trade this career experiment
for some social life merriment,
but no…
if I go…
who will water my plants?

MMXXV: 301/365

{The checkmark lets me post longer poems--hooray!}

More Tomorrow: https://gfishbone.com/more-tomorrow/