Life in Technicolor – Part VI
By Brandon Palzkill
Alone at his darkened desk,
his home away from home,
he shifted his stolen attention
to the tangerine aura
seeping through his high-rise window
from the midnight
city skyline.
The office had become
his friend and lover;
it provided comfort
and shielding,
deep within its recesses,
encouraging and nurturing;
pushing him to succeed,
to achieve fortune
and greatness.
Tangy bitterness inched its way
up his throat
as his thoughts ran to his wife.
she nagged and nagged
but didn’t understand…
this was all for her.
He endlessly slaved
away from home
to give her a cherished life.
Would he rather spend his nights
being tormented
by the orange luminescence
that bathed his office?
Did she believe his
desires to be pulling him
away from their inviting home;
away from her waiting arms?
Surely, she knew the answer;
why must he waste precious breaths
in needless explanations?
His words were valuable.
Every time his mouth opened
would earn him or cost him
and his voice seemed better used
to make his plays
and bring home the fat payday.
Perhaps she would forgive him
once he’d made them wealthy
beyond any dreams of avarice.
Until then, he needed more,
and he was going to
wheel and deal
to materialize their riches…
however long it may take.
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