40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam! – Day 18 – “Queasy Like Sunday Mourning”

“Queasy Like Sunday Mourning”

Easy like Sunday morning,

But not on Sunday eve.

The week taunts from the morrow,

Another night of grief.

Early morning meeting,

An uncommitted team,

The boss will come in storming,

Make an example out of me.

Outlook grim, Inbox full,

Red flag limit reached.

Prioritizing means nothing,

My to-do list under siege.

Expect the worst, survive the week,

Friday far away.

Next Sunday night, paralyzed.

A cycle of dismay.

I need the check, but hate the job.

Insurance isn’t free.

I would call out, but my boss is off.

So it all falls on me.

Sunday night begins the dread.

My mind will never cease.

As long as work is drudgery,

I’ll never be at ease.

I want my fucking Sunday back.

A feel depression forming.

I hate this anxious feeling.

Queasy like Sunday Morning.

A very special thanks to EV. We all get a case of the Sundays. Ain’t no fun in that.

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam is a project in which people have joined me for 40 days and 40 nights of on-demand poetry. They have submitted the concepts, ideas, and subjects; I’ve done the rest.

40/40: Summer Poem Slam-a-bam! – Day 17 – “Heed the Prophets”

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“Heed the Prophets, Heed the Poets”

Heed the prophets.

The end of civilization is upon us.

Their words are upon bathroom stalls.

Their words are in the signature lines of group emails.

They speak to us from the grave.

Their souls are stretched out over time.

Sacrificing sobriety and credibility to catch a glimpse of the future.

Shunned and derided for being canaries in coal mines.

Practical pariahs putting forth possibility.

Mystical meat driving a flock away from madness.

Do tell!

Heed the Poets.

Line and meter in constant repetitious flow.

Metaphor before understanding.

Grasp their intent, devour it.

Regurgitate it forged in fire.

Touch the tips of all the unlit candles,

So that they may burn.

Word-weapons wielded against the growing apathy of consumerism.

Deadened senses need resurrection.

Beat, Slam, Read-Riot, Chapper.

Do tell!