Friday Night, Alone at Work

The point was moot, but she was mute,
or shockingly,
The point was mute, and she was moot.
The barking dogs clawed at the clean carpet.
Fluorescent lights smoked my spirit,
and the muted lady trudged in her moot way.
The point should be love but everything is muted.
The escalator grinds endlessly,
and I wonder how she does it,
never having any time away from work.
I am like the escalator,
grinding away but no one benefits.

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  1. #1 by scribbla on October 24, 2011 - 1:13 am

    What an opening three lines! Fabulous.
    We’ve taken a terribly wrong turn somewhere. It’s gonna take a long time to sort that all out.

    • #2 by Carl on October 24, 2011 - 9:53 pm

      Thank you so much for your comment! It was a risky mess starting that way and then it got messier, but I hoped it might have a flavor for someone.

  2. #3 by Find an Outlet on October 26, 2011 - 1:59 am

    I agree the first three lines are perfection. I’m struggling with the rest—but I have to tell you I think this is the first time I have ever seen ‘fluorescent’ spelled correctly online!

    • #4 by Carl on October 27, 2011 - 10:59 pm

      Thank you. I struggled with the rest of it! Any spelling attributes are purely accidental!

  3. #5 by Evelyn on October 26, 2011 - 8:21 pm

    “The point should be love but everything is muted.”
    no shit, huh?
    damn…

    • #6 by Carl on October 27, 2011 - 11:03 pm

      Thank you!

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