October 11, 2008

all work, some play, no words







they
left
me
words

it
is
all
work
now

sweat / well

then there ---> here

there
is
some
play

like
lego
blocks

i build with them

impossible
anthems

unheard
songs

friendly
fire

the heat of urgent expression

and
that
is
me
escaping
from
the
rat
race

though
sometimes
they
do
not
come
out
and
play

hard times for me

all work

some play

no words


brett o'hare (Lewes, DE, 1983)

2 comments:

peetah_da_poet said...

ah, words... the building blocks of poetry. when you are out of them... you have nothing. nice work!

The Mad Celt said...

Well done.