Diana van den Berg
Workaholic Glee - Poem by Diana van den Berg
On a roll
tapping the keys
and shaping a creation
until half past three this morning
for a client who wants the galaxy
and then up at six o’clock
for a jam-packed productive day.
What a buzz!
I drop to sleep every night
like a heavy log falling
oblivious to most
thunderstorms and burglar alarms.
Tonight I will sleep
like a felled plantation
of invasive aliens.
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