Conveyer Poems - Poems about Conveyer

... As I fall into the buzzing altar of heavy metal shifting sand, maw, swirling sheets, illness drools plus plus halcyon? drawn too many wrinkles obfuscating drooling stic......Read the rest...

...Larks are ascending funnels of sky, songs smoke from enteral chimneys. In an industrial park a fine Autumn light burns bright. Shoes fill with walkers, we are out and praising the clanking ma......Read the rest...

...Fish for lunch For breakfast, I opened a tin of sardines in oil I don’t care for any fish, but it was all I had in the larder My mother used to work at a canning factory putting sardines in a t......Read the rest...

...I’m an industrial athlete, A miracle of logistic efficiency. I climb the corporate ladder Over a hundred times a day, And all I ever see are boxes. I have no idea what’s inside. That’s above my......Read the rest...

...Hell to me is standing six foot behind the person putting their groceries on the conveyer It is watching the clock the last ten minutes at work, wishing I could leave It is listening to the news, w......Read the rest...

...Bated breath stills Arctic style cruelty Clustered lichen mapped boulders crouch Exhale cackles an altitudinous eulogy Mountain leer leans with tortured slouch ......Read the rest...

...FOR I AM ONLY THE WRITER for I am only the writer when using pen on parchment, in order for me to become this conveyer of messages sent so as a result of my handiwork, that even at the times......Read the rest...

...How's your old conveyer belt Are you keeping slim with a little help Your resistance Is strong I sense As long as you don't start to belch......Read the rest...

...Step off the conveyer belt that transport you to your daily limits. Your constant gaze on that controlling time clock, tick-tock, tick-tock! It’s time for social distancing, time to go in, conso......Read the rest...

...The Water Bottle It was a Tuesday evening The date was the third The foreman was late The plastic was slurred Then fizz pop bang The mold gave way And out I sprang I was born today At 16.9......Read the rest...

...Growing older is a garden of graces . . . disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places. It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a conveyer belt, where at the end time drops into the slipstr......Read the rest...

...But I Have Seen! If I was told the water will boil fish, I would hold the conveyer in a grip, That would fear his breath before I retreat, Dragging his wits to their territory. I would take hi......Read the rest...

...Then -- ??With all firmness on the earth , I used my feet to walk without fear and was reaching destination. . People used to listen to me. ?? Now-- ??With all firmness o......Read the rest...

...Noticing his neighbor’s young child has laid a ladder against a tree, determined to rescue a pet kitty stuck up there, a middle-aged man crosses the street and offers to help. He STEPS UP the la......Read the rest...

...Prisoner of the Matrix loaded Prisoner of the matrix loaded Cattle within the herd cages within the slaughter Profiteers prey upon the wounded Branded comodified beings consumed In consumptio......Read the rest...