Last light
perfect as church
making an end of work
the evening light
Poèmes sur le thème : work
Poèmes sur le thème « work » sur Poets.by.
Consumer culture
we breakfast on money
use all the ovens at work
bread would own the mathematician
buy the troublesome artist out
no reason to say one word
against what they let be
Myrmecology
ants work in the garden
like a cold fire
no wit or language
work below
the bottom of the wall
a little life I study
how to do
Book of Life
a mouth of judgement against me
an oven to bear
broke by the day’s work
I enter our book
of a bed
Inspirational poster
how we picture the sea
at the office
where we sat and sat
The good worker
Me and the office: one
wen.
A pasty.
A merry bed.
Hangman
I am my work:
at noon, an ordinary hang.
We ate.
Like the liver I took
pleasure to see
draw to an end.
Cogma
I work with pleasure.
Near an end of work,
I burn to give
satisfaction
to the company.
Take me.
Make me.
Wage slave
Work is a net
made of ale and cheap hopes,
my heart in a tent.
Chef
To make our work last
in my kitchen is
so handsome a trouble.
I have been
a prince come to court,
welcome to nobody.
Catadromous
I work all afternoon.
In the evening to the sea—
a raw bed.
Mr. P.’s Zen
I sat za zen,
we sat zen za,
we drank many healths
to Mr. Zan.
There was nothing at all left
of this day’s work.