Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Poem to Mor(u)ning

To conquer the lands of tension, I have tried
different remedies: dreamless sleep, subjugating
the bed-monsters that cannot be once controlled

by human means; letting go the need of choping
a seat on the morning train; discarding my KPIs;
addressing the boss as “bro” & saluting him

in his Room of War for free black coffee; leashing
my heart to my chest & offering it those
who would not hold a finger to my throat – yet these

visitations of the mind run like a film reel,
like the mad train bounding on its endless tracks;

my breath force-slowed in longer exhales
as I pull the handbrake on a headlong life.

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