June 23, 2010 § Leave a comment

out my eyes
looking for sleep.
dragging along
for work with no purpose.
heavy machinery
puts me to sleep.
why am i doing this?
what is the purpose?
i’ve been doing plenty,
and what products result
but tired?
nothing lasting.
folded laundry to be dirtied,
washed, and folded once more.
washed dishes,
if we are granted other meals,
will need to be washed
and the next day,
and on.
tuesday’s gone,
binary blurred
into background noise,
where is the joy?
in sleep.
crumbs to be swept of the floor
once more.
it’s got to be the heat.


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