Local Kingsley Centre Volcano

My nerves, my poor nerves,
I must ask my employer to excuse me duty
because of them – wherever I went today,
Unheil happened, first hubby didn’t pay off
our credit card, I used an invalid one, ID
confiscated, my sandal broke

Hellish temperature of 29 degrees C, air-con
set to HOT in the open-plan office, Jane et al
suffocating while I pour water over my hair, the
perfect scenario, I ascended the pole to talk to
Hermien and proved it works for a movie scene
but no Broccoli with a James Bond movie deal

My boring complainant document is singing a
plaintive lament on the terrible evil of Trade and
Industry practices, Momo lost her friends, she
is lost and alone just like me, the beautiful rose
melodies she heard in unfolding time locked in
her heart, I waste my wonderful life moments

Reading nonsensical words, hiding my fantasies;
tonight I shall prepare floating devices to keep
me high above reality when I come back to work
in our local Kingsley Centre volcano…