An Exercise in Forgiveness

Staring at the tiles
Spreadsheets
Blinding screens
Made brighter by the overwhelming headlights of my own expectation.
Sans motivation.
How can I earn a vacation when I’m
on the brink of humiliation,
when my mind is devastation,
consumed with creation and elation
yet stifled by industrialization.
When my eyes think,
blink,
bending over the sink but
nothing comes out because I forgot to eat.
Eyes, lies, encouraging my early demise as I give in to French fries.
Rhyming, imbibing, contriving
for your amusement and mine.
Sisters and brothers, forgotten in the wake of the introduction of lovers,
as they discover
that what they really want is more family.
Dreams, I’m feening for a reason to be.