Sunday 19 February 2012

DOG HOURS

8 hour job
lead heavy legs 
feet boiling in sock sweat
overloaded trolley rattling down the corridor miles
i am too busy/too lumbered 
for 
lunch 
today

we live
LIVE
for 4 o’clock

8 dog hours
then Home
where
mundane maintenance is
FIGHTING
dreamy creativity

i am sitting too near the fridge and the ice

beware 
the Lurid Exhaustion
that will throw you off the graffiti desk
when 
the 
music 
is SUDDENLY TOO LOUD

8 dog hours
killing the poor story you're made to live

and today i saw
a nurse takes the earrings from a dead childs ears
the 
screen 
hid nothing

8 dog hours

i'm walking them out
eating on the run

then a lesbian's driving me home






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