In Unison

Defunct hands turnOn a now timeless clockTime is delineated by the sunIt rises and fallsAs in unison we wake upWalk into a makeshift officePlug ourselves inAnd type the day away We form queuesNeat, orderedAs chaos ensues around usNumbers inflateDaily briefings do littleThey do not dissipateThe continual dread The new office loveWhose flame has now been… Continue reading In Unison

Measurements

There's no peace, Not in this life Defined by body types and whether you have a gap between your thighs Success, written in the curvature of your arse - or chest - Measure me? Be my fucking guest. Do I meet the requirements? Have I passed the test? Too large, Doesn't fit the mould they… Continue reading Measurements