Life

The sound of a $10 Wal-mart fan blowing in my office...
An empty lipstick-stained Starbucks coffee cup next to my keyboard.

The Holy Bible, battered and used, embedded with Army camoflauge resting powerfully by my elbow...
Software, of all kinds, parading my machine.

Is it 5?
Soon shall it be.
Another hour.
Closer to 3.

My vision's blurred
Without the lens
Folders neatly stacked
Next to black and red pens

Remains of a pb&j sitting in the trash behind me...
Ugly gray cubicles wilting across the hall outside my door.

Three staggered photos taking up space on this wood-grained desk...
Life.