CRUSOE SCREAMS

Shipwrecked stratagems
stranded on a concrete isle,
languishing in a cubicle hut
where Friday is the maniacal lord
over your survival
and constantly treats you as Gilligan.

Staring towards
that shore of tomorrows
whose sands changed
from the storms.

Watching for the ship,
which never arrives,
while the sun sets on your future
with Crusoe screams.