Search me, oh my spirit
at the riptide on my blue veins.
I am at the end of the line
in the deep ocean I lay.
I let the undercurrent shake
my foundations of faith
moored and hidden
a wreckage-
beneath the sea weeds
and coral cloisters
beached with visions.
Murkier as mud clouds,
adrift in liquid abyss
disturbed my soul. I
an abandoned cast-away.
The once mighty crusader
sailed the troubled waters
has now dropped the anchors.
Weighed down, crashed,
beaten and ravaged.
I had forgotten the buoy
afloat in its hope. Angel
caught in the maelstrom
shroud in its mystery
just like a prayer.
Day Job, Night Life
July 31, 2015 by hames1977
I had some beers the night before.
She left me with a dark cloud
hang in there, just hang in there-
swing like a pendulum.
Of clocks pulling, pushing
and shoving the minutes
and the hours’ languor
of transient bedsheets
into mundane abeyance.
Then, in a morning rush
I’ll slip on my pants
in disbelief dismissing thoughts
of a terrible one night stand.
Zapping my way through
crowded streets with people
who puts on their masks-
their prim and proper quietude.
I serenade my way to the desk
letting the dirty fingers
behave and do the 9 to 5 walk
within this cubicle wonderland.
That non-reversible jargon
to earn a living or making a living.
Day job, night life.
I need some bucks to spare
doing my rounds again.
Prancing in the moonlight,
kissing strangers of the wild.
Until I find myself waking up
on the wrong side of the world.
Start the day as if nothing happens
last night. I only keep the job.
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