Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Sitting with the Staff

fresh faces
pressed laces
ties firm and
shoes squirm
some high five
some barely alive
the blackberry twirls
fingers unfurl
reserved seating
undeserved,
fleeting
youth’s smug wink
and propriety’s sink

behind enemy lines
my true nature shines
ready to bristle
at authority’s foul whistle


-Anonymous