What's next?

by Michael   Apr 3, 2020


A meeting room
filled with tension

shirts pulled from the neck
where sweat drips down the side
of curious coloured cheeks

some rub their thoughts into
beards and noses twitch.

people bob around;
like eggs boiling in a pan
of hot water

some may crack!

The tips of pencils nibbled
like sticks of rock-
some weave pens between fingers

some of them snap!

backs of chairs rub up
the wrong way, causing an
uncomfortable feeling around
the table

-the weight of the world rests
upon the shoulders of a decision-makers pen

and so onto
the final agenda

any other business.

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