Pondering Picayunity

Office poetry for the modern worker.

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No. 20

Netflix. Alcohol.

What a time to be alive!

Late for work again.

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No. 19

How could work not be cutting to the bone? It is the only season.

[stillgreen]

The Wild Geese, Wendell Berry

The Wild Geese Wendell Berry Horseback on Sunday morning, harvest over, we taste persimmon and wild grape, sharp sweet of summer’s end. In time’s maze over fall fields, we name names that went west from here, names that rest on graves. We open a persimmon seed to find the tree that stands in promise, pale, in the seed’s marrow. Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear, in the ancient faith: what we need is here. And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, but to be quiet in heart, and in eye clear. What we need is here.

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No. 18

Wow! Screen on my eyes! blurry blink blink blink blink blink... monitor results.

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No. 17

Go get a good sleep Then back to your billing booth You are a machine

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No. 16

You are worthy of Respect. The boss will not crush you. Will not. Crush. You. 

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No. 15

Looking for a 9 to 5. Found some endless work. You created this.

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No 14

Purgatory is filled with endless email threads. Infinite replies.

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No 13

I am trying here. Swallow bad thoughts down below. Imposter syndrome. 

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Memo Writing

My distractions are part of this process.

Can a process be any different

without the headaches

and the sadness?

A feeling of impending doom

is as ridiculous as the lethargy.

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Last night I dreamed

Of work and conflict

That I was sinking into a damp bed

That there was a machine in the air outside my door

Whirring

Whirring

[justinpoet]

To The People Who Are Dishonest in Out of Office Auto Replies (11/30)

It is acceptable to say “I am out of the office and will not check my email” but instead, you insist on telling us that you have “limited internet access” insinuating that this is the only reason you won’t reply as if you’d check your email every fifteen minutes of vacation if not for those pesky technological barriers as if suddenly we’re all back in 1997 and an internet cafe is the only way for us to connect with the outside world when we’re away on vacation but I know it’s not 1997 because Chumbawamba’s Tubthumper isn’t popular anymore and your phone has internet. and McDonald’s has internet. and your Grandma probably has the internet and I understand there are still some places with limited access, but you’re traveling to New York, Steve.

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(not haiku) fossils

Accretionary accumulation Of desktop debris Thoughts and things Notes to draft Memoranda / priority queues Files and tasks Post-its in yellow orange green

An archivist’s nightmare An archeologist’s dream

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No 12

Space heater for a

rainy day. Cold light through a

tiny windowpane.