Morning is broken – by the bored bard
morning is broken
the sardined tin-bus
is packed to the brine
the start of the day
is already dragging
the call centre
is pulling me
into this subterranean
egotistic world
where Eloi
do the bidding
for the Morlocks
the mouse clicks like morse
the screen flicker fades
from bright to dim-
and back again
eyes leak ectoplasm
ears -buzz hum buzz
dialing tinnitus tones
reverb-rebound around
we follow the scrip
we learn the lines
“hi, my name is Judas
how can I kiss you?”
clock watching
that un-comfort- break
the clock strikes thirteen
