Mark R Slaughter


Mark R Slaughter Poems

321. Worry 12/5/2009
322. Yorkshire's Autumn-Winter Transition 11/8/2014
323. You, The Dark 10/8/2009
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.

Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’

Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, ...

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Soul In Machine

Rhythmic thrum, the chanting clue:
Cycling hums
And driving drums -
But has it a soul?

Spinning cogs give living sense:
Finely cast
To ever last -
But has it a soul?

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