going to work
This is one of the works.
photo by alvimann
image from morguefile.com
going to work
this city outside the moving bus
was a throbbing blur of walls
and trees and impatient traffic
they said sunrises and mornings
are beautiful but someone must be lying
it was just a razor that hurts the eyes
as i rubbed a two-day stubble on my chin
the lady in the opposite seat was nervous
pretending to read a book check her nails
i do admit i don't look friendly
but i am running late i miss my cigarettes
i still have to clock 8 hours in the office
This poem is for Poets Rally Week 68.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2012
Labels: mindscape, Poetry, poetry competition, Singapore
10 Comments:
:) life can be a bitch!!
beautifully portrayed!!
it can be!
i wrote this because i have to work on a public holiday. :)
That's what mondays in particular are like when one has to go to work. :) Sunrise is like a razor, cool follow up with the stubble and wary fellow passenger, that is really what we are like in this city.
i think i have lived too long in the city... :)
very nice poem,,an unique expression..
thank you, Ruchi Jain! :)
reminds me of the Alice's rabbit-being late
:D
"Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!".
thank you, zongrik.
usually i am on time for work, but there are always off days...
good one!
thank you, Ashok!
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