#backtowork - Hello Poetry

No sooner through the door than spider-legged anxiety scurries back haphazard like a frenemy whose cactus skin hug begins in September and ends in July

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Sep 7, 2021

Sep 7, 2021 at 7:11 AM UTC

drunkenkind

Arachnid days

No sooner through the door than spider-legged anxiety scurries back haphazard like a frenemy whose cactus skin hug begins in September and ends in July

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Correlation does not imply causation. Solid, strong, fact. But when the month long grey veil that smothered our holiday is hauled back just as we return, sun and fat heat to grill us in our ties and blazers, I’m inclined, for once, to thumb my nose at science: nature abhors term time

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Sep 3, 2021

Sep 3, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC

drunkenkind

Academic

Correlation does not imply causation. Solid, strong, fact. But when the month long grey veil that smothered our holiday is hauled back just as we return, sun and fat heat to grill us in our ties and blazers, I’m inclined, for once, to thumb my nose at science: nature abhors term time

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Aspiration? A tricky call. I’m more than willing to give you a leg up, but I can’t define where you’ll climb, or I’ll be the *** who assumes your *** might become an astronaut, an assassin for hire, or just gain enough cash to survive, or be proudly working class, or to clash with the establishment and bring them crashing down your *** might want to work hard and fast or be happy to rock up comfortably last the amount of possibilities are vast and equally valid and yours I’ll lend a mind, some thoughts, some words to help but for each self to realise themselves, I’ll not assume, we know what that would make us

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Sep 2, 2021

Sep 2, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC

drunkenkind

Aspire

Aspiration? A tricky call. I’m more than willing to give you a leg up, but I can’t define where you’ll climb, or I’ll be the *** who assumes your *** might become an astronaut, an assassin for hire, or just gain enough cash to survive, or be proudly working class, or to clash with the establishment and bring them crashing down your *** might want to work hard and fast or be happy to rock up comfortably last the amount of possibilities are vast and equally valid and yours I’ll lend a mind, some thoughts, some words to help but for each self to realise themselves, I’ll not assume, we know what that would make us

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How’s it going? Honestly? C’mon, honest like 3 a.m. insomnia? As the nights’ incremental dimming draws us inwards, how are you? This idiot driven pantomime of eighteen months hit as hard as a guilt trip So if you’re a little scarred, a little scared, it’s ok They say that tomorrow is another day which it is of course, but the fear is it’ll send you off course But, my dears, we’re all off course together and who do I trust to help me get back to happy paths? Always, all ways all of you x

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Aug 31, 2021

Aug 31, 2021 at 12:42 PM UTC

drunkenkind

Hey, how you doing?

How’s it going? Honestly? C’mon, honest like 3 a.m. insomnia? As the nights’ incremental dimming draws us inwards, how are you? This idiot driven pantomime of eighteen months hit as hard as a guilt trip So if you’re a little scarred, a little scared, it’s ok They say that tomorrow is another day which it is of course, but the fear is it’ll send you off course But, my dears, we’re all off course together and who do I trust to help me get back to happy paths? Always, all ways all of you x

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Still loose, my mind drifts over coppice, brook, past fields left fallow to heal ragged with sedge, ragwort, while crickets twitch defiance Here is where I send myself as the keyboard walls clatter in and time returns to rigid and gravity remembers to hold

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Aug 27, 2021

Aug 27, 2021 at 5:11 AM UTC

drunkenkind

Pastoral safe

Still loose, my mind drifts over coppice, brook, past fields left fallow to heal ragged with sedge, ragwort, while crickets twitch defiance Here is where I send myself as the keyboard walls clatter in and time returns to rigid and gravity remembers to hold

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Still sick and tired, My neck hurts like hell, My eyes feel fired, I just want to yell; The inbox is full, Need to respond, To all the emails, That have spawned; Greeting colleagues, Happy to meet again, Now back to work, Is this humane? Happy Working!

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Jan 5, 2015

Jan 5, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC

daniel-tabone

Back to Work

Still sick and tired, My neck hurts like hell, My eyes feel fired, I just want to yell; The inbox is full, Need to respond, To all the emails, That have spawned; Greeting colleagues, Happy to meet again, Now back to work, Is this humane? Happy Working!

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