another day (and night), another room

it’s not so late the kids won’t still be up.
and skype worked good that last time that we tried –

hi, honey — hey there, sweetheart, how are you?
now twenty minutes, detail-full and pride

comes overflowing ere the silence falls,
the picture fades, the moving air is heard;
another day (and night), another room —
another businessman who feels
interred

Author: Owen "Beleaguered" Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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