Recklessly relaxing
I'm shutting down again
Why not?
Nothing in this room
Matters to me
There is a hum
It is someone saying
Something
I smell cologne and coffee
Fluorescent lights sear
My eyes
There's no shadows
No contrast
I turn my head
Slowly
Like a giant
Robot
I scan the pale faces
Of the men and women
Around
Me
I can see a window
There is sunshine
And warmth and breeze
And luscious leaves
There could be
a mythical monster
Or an alien
Watching me watching him
Or a female satyr
With fuzzy horsey
Hindquarters
And tiny twirly horns
A bird appears
In the magic window
It has a laser beam beak
It can see through metal
My head takes off
And hovers
Everyone is admiring
My flying head
I pop through the rubbery
Window pane
Like a soap bubble
Of rainbow membrane
I speed through the trees
With my head only
And it's glowing
Tiny jet thrusters
Another flying head!
I will give chase
And sting him
With my neon eye cannons
Something lame is happening
My name is being said
By a giant
An echoing giant voice
My free and flying head
Smashes through the hard glass
And bounces across
The table to me
All the pale people turn
To stare at me
I clench, I startle.
My head is burning and red
A brown and noble
Stream of life
Steaming and spreading
My coffee is free
From the oppressive mug
It spreads rejoicing
Into my employers laptop
And into infamy.