Lots of uninterrupted conversations
and a small amount of air
entering the room. It could be
light spilling through the trees
or it might be the ideas generated
and processes used. The prophet
made really bizarre predictions
that never came true,
however inspired they were.
It is time for peer review:
pass the work around and
annotate the copy you receive.
Was it difficult to write?
And how were the people
you worked with today?
Chance dictates what you get;
Dustbin Sam will finish your
leftovers and be pedantic.
I am always the one
who steps aside and
lets others have their way.
Genuine free-thinkers would
balk at honesty and sarcasm,
make way for outspoken brilliance.
Of course none of these people
ever give first or last names,
prefer to be known as we.
Crossover appeals to me more than
work rooted in one genre; I take
the deceased a lunchbox every day.
In the mirror, my distorted image:
I can be anyone I want to be.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
they have no message or meaning.
Who would actually explode a bomb
if you could see through human eyes?
© Rupert M Loydell