The previous night’s shows get autopsied
as people arrive in ordinary fashion
opening windows and closing blinds.
Fully realised routine phrases
are exchanged with playful intent
at desks, copiers and coffee machines.
‘Can you believe it’s 10am already and only Wednesday?’
Stuff gets done and sectioned by
flashes of barmy grins and foolish voices
amounting to a mild communal insanity.
Exercising deliberate absurdity
lightness purposefully ticks things along
keeping the mind stitched just about right.