Interference from a Window

Hot coffee black uncaffeinated so
He does not wake as much as it might seem.
The day is not an asset on his team.
He sips and ducks into his cubicle.

If certain folks would not pace to and fro
And marketing would stop reversing meme
The product might fulfill the market’s dream
Of digitally capturing the soul.

If androids come to life forsake the sun
He’ll join them in their tunnels and their rungs
He thinks as he walks swiftly past the one

He loved, a human, drenched with smells of dun.
The soft spring air investigates his lungs
And finds them oddly shaped for their function.