At the desk before me

[joecarey123]

See Tilly? he asks. 
Star Employee. 
See her eyes
roll
like marbles in a vacuum cleaner, 
spinning their way to a one-off payment. 

Tilly don't remember 
the smell of grass between her toes. 
She spends her lieu in cyberspace, 
occasionally sighted only by the grace of 
tweets and Ebay receipts. 

Tilly don't recall 
the taste of paint along her fingertips, 
nor the sound of sunshine. 
She got no time for the 
touch
of human eyes, 
and certainly no sight for 
human words. 

Tilly works, 
he admits with a satiated smirk. 
She can live her life on flex - 
if circumstance allows, o' course.