Sunday, February 3, 2008

No.22: A day In The Life Of A Dish Washer , 1982

Wakefulness intrudes my dream
As I drag my body to the platform

I decieve myself and say :
Living life from 5.30pm is okay

But clocks accelerate and push me
Into a cycle , alas ! I'm here again

Schools of fish beneath the surface
Underground ,I don;t see them ,I've joined their cloud

I won't go in today , I've lost my head
My heart turns my legs to another way

Tomorrow comes: I paid the price
Was told to leave , 'no good, get rid of him !'

Brief feeling of freedom , liberation !
Emptiness : got rid of them!

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