November Conference Call Musings

I feel the afternoon
wash over me like the ocean
water salty with despair

because sometimes sad people
go to the ocean
and they weep at the shore
until they're chased off

Seagulls have no time
for weakness

time is sluggish
slowed by the chill of
impending seasonal shifts
and my cup
runs dry

(so thirsty)
(can't leave desk)
(conference calls unto eternity)

The Halloween candy is gone
signaling a shift
an autumnal departure

Because this is the midwest
It means very little to the actual weather
but "the time is sluggish thanks to unexpected
70-degree weather today"
makes little to no sense

It is November, for fuck's sake