Tuesday Morning Office Hours

Computer dings,
green light blinks on,
the camera hanging loose
above an outdated,
hazy monitor

Heads float
stoically in
individual blocks

Each one, with
glossy eyed expressions,
fighting the impulse

To sleep,

To drink,

To inject an IV
of heroine to kill
off the already
dulled senses that haven’t been zapped away

by florescent fixtures,

eggshell walls,

and,

the sluggish drolling
of an unavailing administrator