Poems on the topic: office

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Dave Bonta

Among the living

Rot is rot: full satisfaction or the afternoon lull at the office. So write letters to the dead and the mad. They live all within a door or two.

Dave Bonta

my little trouble making me lie at the office— morning mist

Dave Bonta

I lock my use up in work to own the top troubles. Think of my office: an all-afternoon coop. I count to go to bed.

Dave Bonta

A hat to the office here, I end my contract, making an abstract home of the night.

Dave Bonta

At the office or at home, if reckoning day came in a bottle… I sing.

Dave Bonta

At the office in the afternoon letters change to ash, a black road printed round the mind. But no one but the ink hunts for a way home.

Dave Bonta

An office dinner: in come the oysters with their dull company and I am ill.

Dave Bonta

all in dirt the worm in the little picture at my office

Dave Bonta

At my office I change the office. A good mind thinks a good argument to do other- wise.

Dave Bonta

at the office busy about business I eat a wing

Dave Bonta

The little box of war in the office, my paper voyage… nothing filled my closet as high as night.

Dave Bonta

the office full of clerks and no quiet I gaze on swans

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