Middle Class Blues

Middle Class Blues short poem

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Waking to dark
An eel slithering
Stand at bed’s end
Quiet as a mote
Not even a ripple
In someone’s dream

Washing, sleep dripping
Pooling at the ankles
Cold towel and foggy
Mirror the radiator
Reveille not yet begun
Dressing still damp

Wrapped in bus air
Blast furnace heater
All the way on or off
Cursing the stops
Cursing the necessity
To depart before dawn

Office wakes slow
A hungry bear
Eating each worker
Quiet here too
Grease each cog before
Tamping it on its axle

Then river in reverse
City lit by headlights
Rain falls in darkness
Invisible puddles
Soak socks – only six
Months until vacation

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Very Realistic and nicely written.

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