The count down

So here we go again 
Straight suits worn 

Straight bags carried 
Straight shoes worn 

Traffic jam, queue on queue 
8am till 5pm on the books 

So here we go again 
Alarm bells ring to robotic wake 

Fax machines and land-line phones 
Ring, ring, conversation of financial make 

Photocopy machines, back from rest 
Paper jams, and run out of inks 

Some office bully, you wish was never around 
Count down of clocks, tic toc, tic toc 

But without all the hustle 
There would be no payday 

So here we go again and again
Straight suits, straight shoes, straight bags 

Traffic jams and robotic wake 
Now for the count down to Friday 

Art by: HIrotaka Suzuki 

Factory Settings

Quietly we start

Like bears from hibernation 

Snooze and alarms, treadmills, sunk into car seats

Quietly we start   
We stretch, coffee smells, says the wake up call  
And another week begins  


Quietly we start  
Activities and stories, to work with  
Clickety clock like ants on hills, matching

Change in focus and time on clocks   
Quietly we start lined up in factory settings   
And another  working week begins   

The Traffic Warden's Drama

Okay, I am keeping my cool..

Visualize, "meet me there"
Sends me off to a happy place..

Euphoria, drench thy self, soul with ecstasy..

Deep breaths, deep breaths, to a happy place..
I am nearing my stallion, voyager

Constable!..

Why do you wanna do me like this..

Maintain your composure..

Keep it cool son!..

Deep breaths, deep breaths, 
Remember, deep breaths..

To a happy place..

Seriously , Sir constable..

Such pain to have inflected..

On a brother, such pain of cost..

Deep breaths, deep breaths
To a happy place..

Okay ' F'  a word to a happy place..

Illusions, dilutions, refusing deep breaths..

Cost inflicted still stunned, like a bee sting


Digging holes in my pockets ..

Sends reality on course to my weighted shoulders..

Deep breaths, F a word in response, I say 

A happy place, deep breaths, he said..

This is a thieves master piece..

On daylight broad..

Victim I am,..

Accustomed the right 
To be a raging bull, I am


Austerity and all that, they say 
Likewise my micro world in crisis 
So I tell the traffic warden to feel my pain 

Sorry Sir, appologies Sir
Already in the system,Sir
Processing, proceeding, procedure, sorry Sir..

Pretend, empty empathy on last words..

Where was euphoria..

Before "to a happy place"..


Leaving my pocket with such deep holes 
To a happy place, a happy place 
To a happy place, F a word to a happy place