Slow Day
Whispering to myself
In a back room
I close my tired eyes
Wondering
Why poetry and beauty took wing
And left me with the whirring
Of airconditioning
With the flickering
Of a world existing
Outside
Without me
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Doing time
Counting time
On a slow January day
12 hours down
2 to go
In a back room
I close my tired eyes
Wondering
Why poetry and beauty took wing
And left me with the whirring
Of airconditioning
With the flickering
Of a world existing
Outside
Without me
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Doing time
Counting time
On a slow January day
12 hours down
2 to go
posted by earthkissed | 6:40 pm
5 Comments:
Oooh! How many shifts left now? :)
Yeah, but a slow day for you is a good day for the sick and injured, no?
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Four more shifts to go. Suze, got to be honest, I don't think I could come up with 5 things this week, will have to try again on that next week, when life is simpler...
Hello babe! How have you been? Hope you've gotten some rest. I know I am so glad that 2006 is over! Lol:)
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