We hunch ourselves over overpriced typewriters,
Hovering between letters like a
Fractious murmuration of starlings.
Our minds and bodies disconnected –
Two separate instruments
That move interdependently;
Mutually exclusive entities of
Limitless potential that are
Stunted
As they try to bud.
We are told that we need
MORE IDEAS;
The unseen, unheard, voices
Filter into our inboxes
Like a plague of synthetic locusts.
CREATIVITY
They scream,
ECONOMIC FORTITUDE
(We silently mouth the blanks)
Relies on the creative output
Of all members of the workforce.
 
Alice steps away from her monitor,
Her attention caught by a small
White rabbit with an oversized pocket watch.
GET BACK TO YOUR SEAT, ALICE
Comes the command.
THERE WILL BE NO RABBIT HOLES
(Alice silently mouths the blanks)
For me today.
Suddenly a thought