Primordial Time Clock

The office serpentine
 Crawls across my desk
 Leaving a trail
 Of deadlines
 While the clock on the wall
 Casts her shadow
 And sighs:
 "Last call"

Collated reports and general ledgers
 Fall like autumn leaves
 To their blue, plastic
 Graves below
 As laughter resists
 Rising above the silent maze
 To penetrate an offensive, fluorescent mist
On goes the buzz
 The click, and the hummmmm
 In the land of mechanical creatures
 Where caffeine and nicotine breaks
 Are seen draining life at the water cooler
 Gradually replace the talk
 Around the campfire