Corporate America Rage

it’s the ping that comes from oblivion -

delivered across pathways unbeknownst to man

but it lands so safely

in a square coral of savage madness

laden with to-do’s

line after line of heavy persuasion

small bubbles filled with faces of the limitless

I sit

my blood boils

I scream while making no sounds -

for my keyboard is making enough noise for the both of us

round and round the merry-go-round

the circus of corporate beasts

living and breathing within my inbox

and i drink a black bitter salve of empathy

kindly and thoughtfully replying to questions previously answered

creatively saying no

per my last email - I say

I bounce the tennis ball back over the court

I won!

I have won the match!

and then I realize that tomorrow will bring yet another opponent

or maybe the same