Given
that a certain amount of work
can be accomplished
in a certain amount of time
interference notwithstanding
with a certain amount of focus
I can't get over
the tumbling distractions
granted by ventilated doors
whirring grinders
percolating coffee pots
that constantly beckon my dedication
away from any semblance
of successful work.
There's oh no justice
in pulling up the bootstraps
and knotting un-tie-able laces
simply to lose outright
against a spilled cup of java!
Kids playing
or the peaking chatter of a group next to me
who think they’re so funny
that the clanging metal tamps
keep time to their laughter.
Damn you locale of social penance.
Gravitating to your mothy glow
this isn't the place nor time nor anything
in which to galvanize some witty phrase or two
now is it?
Do you even listen?
I hate your kindness and comforting clutch.
The brood that spews out re-caffeinated whey.
You're so lovely and blacken out
my creative will.
Get out of here,
leave it alone
my overtaxed mind space
where all I want to do is work
even if what brews is nothing more than a
few
lonely
words.