mike ruthenbeck


Overtime - Poem by mike ruthenbeck

i wake, and i work,

and i sleep,

to wake again to work,

to sleep a dreamless,

cold innoculation.

And when i wake, I

wish i'd dreamt

of beauty and peace;

smooth kisses and gentle breeze

and waves slipping past my

ankles as the sea would sigh

in the moonlight.

but instead I

dream of work, as though

I were awake, and so

I loose track of the day, of

the month, of the hour;

for the trivial, imperceptible

change of working through

my dreams is so utterly

convincing, truthful and plain,

and realistic it must alter

too accord my own memory,

....As a day I slept and woke

and worked yet never was.

Topic(s) of this poem: life, money, stress, work

Form: Free Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I don't feel like this is totally original... I have a haunch that I picked up a piece of this poem from a movie or something, , .

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2015



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