Nocturne
Taking hours but remembered like a passing wind.
I vaguely remember staring at a screen 9 to 1,
Hitched a bus that took me to a quarter hour meal
And back for the grind till 6.
Numbers. Credits. Debits.
Pesky white fluorescent tube of an
Interrogation room.
It is over and I quickly forget again.
When the sun sets I stretch awake;
Saving my damsel in dire straits,
Flying a jet, skipper of a pleasure boat,
A famous writer, a chivalrous knight.
When the sun rises I dream the same dream again.
posted by deadpoet at 11:03 PM
2 Comments:
the last line is haunting-the dream speaks of despair but the sun rising, to me, underplays this despair. random guess. anyway, it'd be nice to see more of such "self absorbed rants" on blogs: ) i can't link u btw cause the pop-up box gets blocked all the time!
haha yea i wrote this despairing of my day job.. and how actually my dreams at night become my reality =)no worries!
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