On my break i think I did the same thing that a majority of my contemporaries, That being nothing. A whole heaping load of laziness and over indulgence on the ability to sit around, eating and drinking enjoy the comfortable couch over the ticking of the keyboard keys. I let my brain melt, at the precise wrong time. I am now flooded with obligations that should have been started weeks ago while also feeling like I could give a shit less. But! there is a bright side of this narrowing tunnel, in an optmistic turn on my procrastination, I did write a looooot of poems. ( beware I was under the influence of watching independant films)
"We treat servers like spiders"
To you, My friend
we owe too much to repay
The jobs we despise
you use to feed
with vervent necessity.
To your plot
we take a great deal
to return diminuitive amounts.
You work in solitude
and we demand of you
no union or company
My friend, ignore our ignorance
for we know what we do.
Our world without you
moving throughout it, unseen
couldn't be the pillow top we rest on.
An Outline to L.A.F.S.
I. Spontaneous Meeting
A. tongues turn to knots
1. fumbling of words
2. exchanging apologies
B. traditional handshake
1. both hands are warm
a. soft encased in rough
b. silk in stone
2. the hold is inviting
a. comfort slips ease
b. good feeling lost, and found
C. eyes stop searching
"I'm friends with my Ex's"
Conversations are reruns of this drama,
We know eachother too well.
We hide our half smiles
And sweaty hands
As best we can.
Trust is wavering,
like in the later days.
Distance is our problem,
Proximity is hard to define.
If we touch, we will betray ourselves
We know eachother too well
The time is the comfort
Though we separate,
we become closer again.
this is only first installation of the poems. Theres only so many hours in the day.
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