back to work

in a building
in a town
as a clown
in a brigade

cage called work
once a place i loved
now a place i feared.

now the poet steps
back and con-
temp-
lates.

now love
not love.
again love
with love.

perception of
fleeting glances
as we forget who
and how we are and
we don't remember where
and when we've been and we
strive for levels
seemingly quite
ordinary in a day-
to-
day
manner.

the manor of my mind is a gentle, hill covered
reservoir of emotion and contemplation away
from the day-to-day rat race game inside the
cage.

the elevator.

the lift.

the shift starting, now over, now begun,
now won.
now one
know one
no one
word
tease
contin-
uation
contemp-
lation.

variance,
degrees,
needs &
wants dis-
regarded.
not regarded
in the slightest.

the mist clears and
the love is seen as a
scene of yore on a stage
that now must seem quite
a bore to the general pop-
u-
lace,
mod-
ern
human-
it-
y

pleased,
mistaken,
shaken and
stirred w/awk-
ward words,
confused,
blurred.

dump mind,
sleep and
take it
all in
again
for one
more day
four one more
days or one of
these days if
you
please.

thank
you.

-me