Commute
the road places us in a bedlam
of oath and whistle
arguing bodies
and the several ways to ride
to home and to office
and the land
in back of us
Poemas sobre el tema: office
Poemas sobre el tema «office» en Poets.by.
Functionary
what might I sign to once
without the least care or need
it was good to have an office
many people to moo
and my way laid out
like ground for cattle to use
Office worker blues
looking over papers
my gaze is as lost
as a lost foot
on a road like a held tongue
a man can sit so long
he is a stranger to the light
show me a broadside
ready to burn down Monday
find me an F U C K
those four letters born in a whip
Driven
I rule with red ink
sum with orthodox hands
dinner after dinner
at the office late
if we play we lose
too much time
Seaside holiday
the office is a prison
we promise to go to
but I do not know
where I am with the sea
I walk the street to show myself
among neighbors
discourse of something
that may bring a little money
touch nothing but stuff
of our own manufacture
like writing in a journal
with no self
Sacred time
I bought many things worth my hate
alone at the office
coming into Christmas time
the year is again a door
Stretched thin
office time
is rope
and all the thin letters in my alphabet
pretty it up
On holiday
the office is a reproach
that I block out
so different at a distance
like a laugh in the night
Notes on the office of hope
the officers of hope
sleep sitting up
understand one another with ease
after five or six glasses of wine
take a little crying
above all mirth
and in the presence of the young
play at playing
Schadenfreudian
Disappointed
at home and at the office
I count ships
and at night, fires,
many in which I took
great pleasure.
Web surf
profane pictures—
afternoon at the office
in the long rains
Inspirational poster
how we picture the sea
at the office
where we sat and sat