At My Desk -



-------Here I sit

In the maw of the beast

-------Typing upon

My glass and light void


-------Wondering who

Will join in the feast

-------Spectral voice

Keeps me well employed


-------Feel that breath

Hot wisps on my face

-------To parse a lie

And time my disgust.


-------Whispered gripes

Speak of my disgrace

-------Deft emphasis

Will give me your trust