Escape To Regenerate

 Why did everything fall to pieces, even a
meal in my favourite fast-food eatery was
a disaster, food so late I had to bring it all
to the office, munching in-between typing
with oily cheese-griller fingers, everything
going awry - except for one thing: a small
scoop of sweet jam  becoming the spoon-
ful of sugar helping the austere, lugubrious
reality in which life shouldn’t exist, go down

This requires a visit to the Chinese shop to
search for magic in flowers & Alice bands,
the little alien in my head refuses to come
down from the rafters up there as he fears
the life here, Alice watching life through my
eyes feels so desolate, she resembles the
scared Jane Eyre; every colleague seems
like another frightful imitation Mr Rochester
while the Production Report is threatening

Still looking for a place to rest my mind –
finding none - the only safe place must be
made within the confines of my own mind
even if my colleagues are humming, out-
sourcing aloud and typing righteously as
I’m wavering above the event horizon of
a black hole - escape nearly impossible,
grabbing earphones to silence them and
find the sacred inner place where the

Dreams we fabricate bring the sweet
escape we need to regenerate