after work

I work shifts, so sometimes when i knocked off work, it's way past 8 p.m. It's a lousy time, because the rest of the night is usually ruined. I told myself that's not so bad, hey, there are some that's just starting work at this hour...

Have to put food on the table...

I think the following poem could be better, but I am too tired to edit anymore. :)



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after work


the night smothered me
in a sweaty embrace,
i wiped the condensation
off my glasses,
waved to the guards
as i walked out of
the compound,
the chain-link
fence.

across the road
a whiff of
cooked spices
from the restaurants
piqued my hunger,
as cars and buses
thundered past
red tail lights
flaring
angry and red.

i walked,
boots cruching on
dead leaves, twigs,
taking my time,
my fitness is
not what it used to be,
the heart aches
in more reasons
than one.

tonight i was lucky,
the damn bus
was not late,
nor was it packed
to the rafters,
but the driver
was still sullen.
and that

i can understand.

12/10/07
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mood of the day