It's there and stuck, to what ails you, to what
must be there to make a wishlist for life.
Today this is all that matters, in goal, speak,
of life, offices increasing pressure on
adhesives, good for nothing but remembrance,
forgotten for now, for the evening.
Let's see what colors I can embolden you with -
like it will matter if it matches the dress, the
skirt, you avoid your list like the plague I see,
but nothing bothers you, no guilt to tax the
brain, the break - to coffee and then work -
to match wits with paper stuck to life,
to your drawer.
Now let's look at what you have papered over -
as though you didn't know we were making over
your life, the kitchen, napkins or postings to make
you more efficient, more pastel, the feminine voice
muffled in generic color, to trifle with accomplishment
that's serious enough to call in the department head,
the upper level of paper squares, adhered to you.
© 2015 Larry Ingram
Welcome to the poetry web site of Larry Ingram. Larry is a poet, writer and observer of our culture.