Bryan Bukowski


Bryan Bukowski Poems

1. This Morning A Pinnacle 8/2/2012
2. Far From Days 8/2/2012
3. And All Continues On 8/2/2012
4. From The Cellar Door 8/2/2012
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Far From Days

Asleep with my thoughts counting eight hours a day.
Feet raised up from the floor made light from a dawning night.
A chance to retreat from obedient herds, pressed from social routine.
Qualms resolving, answers arise with resting ease (through resting eyes) .

Cleansed for pursuit succumbed to the seduction of nourished sleep,
Bathed in dreams that rinse away the clotting swell,
That fevered toil cracking like mud, the filth of scavenged life.

Restored air flooding skin with a basking exposure,
Shunning that slickly sickness,
Benign, now far from days.

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