At the office

I live in fear of what's going on at home
I try to extinguish my fears
by humming Phil Collins songs
but all I can think about are the microwave
wires or the cat asleep by the stove

People talk and type so loud
it causes me to staple my t4s to my '05 reports
I’m sure there are evil forces behind this
making numbers look like tuna fish or
little fanged dogs

The guy to my right picks his nose and eats it
(I swear - I saw him do it an hour ago) It's brutal
the germs that wage war in the invisible
I had the flu last week
or maybe was it typhoid fever

The president is well guarded
His jokes come over the PA system - retold by
a whiney-voiced woman I have never actually met in person
I think she was once a taxi driver
or a matinee attendant

Something strange is on my skin - a fine dust made of dreams and aspirations
It could mean I have not yet been fully transformed
I open the window and everyone
disappears in a gasp or
an explosion