Overload
It's Friday again when the nagging boom
on my mind dissolves for a while
from the thievery of work's week--
a pulsing chest asks glaring red lights
to stop bossy voices which demand
an overload of chores beating timelines
from nine to five o'clock busyness, on and on--
I claim calmer hours licking dog day afternoon
with merry walks and sparks of amusement
as honored parts erase logic or reason
defending, denying the profanity
from investigative questions in
life's cubicle, downtown. My heart
is finally refreshed-- a balm's sanity
washing toxic mud from my flesh.
Contest :The Edge of Reason
24 Aug 2017
Copyright © Carly Lalion | Year Posted 2017
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