Work is fine if I’m admired. Tell me I’m superb.
But really, I plop deeply down,
tan military
tank in car-
ribean
wa-
ter.
And when
there, I can
only keep digging
deeper. It gets darker. I hate
work and the bright realization of green worthlessness.
Sickly. It gets heavier. I hate
being a monkey
in a cave.
And when
wa-
ter,
turquoise-
red covers
my military
tank sinks, plopping me in casket.
Work is fine if I’m admired. Tell me I’m superb.
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#1 by claudia on June 3, 2011 - 3:46 am
love the
tank in car-
ribean
wa-
ter…
at least we can be superb and have some fun in our day jobs…right..?
#2 by Carl on June 3, 2011 - 6:26 am
Thank you, Claudia. Yes, you are right, even if we are dreaming for fun. 🙂