Work, work, work..
sitting effort,
on a chair
empty screen,
emotive stare
Work, work, work...
slunched shoulders,
side by side
warming ocean,
stolen pride,
Work, work, work...
hey man,
you man,
ant-field flys
pergatory,
promotion,
pitch-fork eyes.
Work, work, work...
college loving,
take me back,
drunk lace orgy,
primrose sack
Work, work, work...
day dream,
day stare,
simple soul.
Drop your complexity
and know,
your,
role.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
I love your thought patterns... you mkae me think deep! Glorious!
I was about to dedicate a poem to the office work, but you already did it in your unique eloquent manner
A train of thought that escapes the confines of the office before being briefly halted by a burst of 'work work work' - the repitition of which contrasts with the superb imagery of the daydreams that interject the monotony. 'pitch fork eyes' - is just one image that leapt from the page. So glad I escaped office life when I did! A superb write David. j x
and now you've found the secret to staying sane; poetry on the sly! -c
Only 40 years to go! But at least it will soon be the weekend! Nice poem. F
David, do I know what you mean. It can be a bit soul destroying at times and you wish you were somewhere else. Top marks and thanks for reminding me my friend. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the repetition is a great idea. dull and bleh. love the last bit.