Micro-managing her employees is what she does best.
Showing them how to use a spatula, stapler and scissors
Assuming they cannot pour water into a sink without her supervision
The employees have their resumes out in all directions
And her uncle who hired her has no idea of he is losing his company
For after she became the boss he retired to the beach
Having no idea what nepotism has done
Categories:
micromanaging, work,
Form: Prose Poetry
What side can you judge infinity from,
the front or then the back
If it’s never over, or never ends,
how then can you protract
Can infinity stop and start again,
would it be different or the same
Can judgment ever qualify,
what it can’t even name
If generalizations are generally true,
what can we really know
With the distance between our hopes and dreams,
beyond what time can show
One step forward and one step back,
micromanaging the present away
The ideas you profess, whose laws you tout,
tethering emptiness—to illusions foray
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
Categories:
micromanaging, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
My heart whispers secrets to my soul at night,
revealing truths shadowed by the light of day.
Within dreams, fledgling feelings flex wings for flight;
fleeing reality as it drifts away.
Anxiety fights sleep to keep me awake;
micromanaging each minuscule mistake.
And yet, the secret whisperings of my heart
anchor my thoughts, encouraging dreams to start.
Dreams are an abandonment of decisions;
your mind subconsciously scripts the part you'll play.
Your role is subject to many revisions,
from fighting wars to starring in a ballet.
Tethered to the emotions you're perceiving,
fantasy dreams trick you into believing.
Although they're not real, they tend to feel so,
a respite in time where only sleep can go.
Categories:
micromanaging, 12th grade, dream, fantasy,
Form: Rispetto
Pesky hummingbird….
Micromanaging every word
Your buzzing is so absurd
Categories:
micromanaging, on writing and words
Form: Senryu