Work Night Poems

"Lee, you awake?"
Yeah, sorry. "Where were you?"
Nowhere, my call? Fold.
Looking around the table, I couldn't have drifted that long,
Wouldn't have known from the stares, whatever...

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that call, a face
    porcelain 
pressed against glass
and dead eyes wrought
from an attic room
    watching us

her name badge was
irrelevant
...

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thin moon hangs in the blurring light
when the red tape of work ends 
day's end
before darkness darts onto idling pillows

a too slight shine to navigate...

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I have slept while awake,
And on an oneiric trip,
To stroll down the street;
And prognosticate in these rays,
Behold the white monster,
With a mask to fissile...
So, I...

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A certain lady is going to learn all about you,
First starts slow with guiding hands; I am in the walls.
Every corner of the room, whether...

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The art was most masterful on the dark canvas

Within the thick of night his hand was full of sweep  
beneath the Muskan moon the...

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Crepuscular time of day stays  
Slowly gracing the sky with haze
Gone is the golden hue's light phase
The end of day, now animals' praise

Shadows danced...

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                             Go-Dhuli-Bela
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I am now up and half asleep, 
quiet I must not make a peep, 
others are still sleeping like sheep, 
need to get dressed and...

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As promised to Sara Baker... here is the Night Before Christmas, 
Cajun style ~ by James Rice
        ...

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Night was covered in pitch darkness.
Looked fearful without a ray of brightness.
Through wilderness, moved beasts monstrous.
Nature looked so terrifying and cheerless.

After a night’s sleep the...

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It was a bus of ghouls 
And it was speeding through painted lines
Pumpkinhead raised a brow and scoffed 
As the bus passed me by. ...

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NIGHT BUS

I recall that girl, she was a mouse
Scurrying to and from daily work
White furry coat on that cold day
A cute little pink nose, trembling
I...

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I was a paramedic for many years until a work injury put a stop to things and so this is a poem reflecting on my...

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A cool February evening Damian was
Asleep. He felt somebody rubbing 
His chest. "Leave me girl." Polly
Rolled out of bed and announced 
"Damian, you should move...

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