Monotony

Cleanse your palate
when the taste of a pale evening
lingers on the tongue,
sickly soup of monotony
slithering down the throat.
Milton wrote:
The 9 to 5 stands no chance
’gainst the giant beast of imagination;
A glance versus a stare,
a lift versus a staircase,
hearing one’s own footsteps
echo on a temporary earth
when no one’s left to applaud
the birth of monotonous hi’s,
monotonous replies, worthless scratches
on paper called numbers
somehow less real than
the numbers you feel with each
heartbeat, breath, blink of an eye.