Tedium

Tedium, Sisyphean tedium

Still, in the middle of the Pacific
Hot afternoon sun and pin-drop silence

Slow...dead slow...
Calm...dead calm...

Not a ripple in the skies
Not a gust in the waters

Breath sucks molten lead
Thoughts pushing shut synapses

Steady beat of a sluggish heart
Noisy gush of thickened blood

An unending rhythm that doesn't change
A drummer in a silly silly trance

The flickerless glow of fluorescent lights
The muffled hum of the AC plant

Tick tap taps of keys on keyboards
Mechanical murmur of official kinds

Printers puking mundane manuscripts
Shredders editing them to rest

Yesterday, Today Tomorrow
Tomorrow, Today Yesterday
Today, all over again

Tedium, Sisyphean tedium