The Slog Home

Winter snowstorm comes,
cars form train on the highway
-eternal journey.

Copyright 2010

Morning Frontier

Stupid alarm rings,
Failed physics experiment
-waking not happen.

Copyright 2010

Lets Have Bad Weather For A Change!

Freezing rain and slush,
Face pelted trudging ahead
-then eight hours of work.

Copyright 2009

Potboiling

Reading pulp fiction,
Cloak and dagger on commute
-at work, just daggers.

Copyright 2008

A Morning Matinee?

In early morning,
Movie with roll and coffee
-then train to real world.

Copyright 2008

The 'Ol Grindstone

They were told work hard!
So they did for fifty years
-died in poverty.

Copyright 2008

The Green,Green Hills Of......Work?

They planted pine trees
In an industrial park
-nobody was fooled.

Copyright 2008

Drifting Off?

A wonderful world
Is sharply interrupted
-when my name is called.

Copyright 2008

Careful!

Sometimes nobodies
Turn out to be somebodies
-tread softly with fear.

Copyright 2008

Under Pressure?

For two nights running
I stayed up to meet deadlines
-returns decrease.

Copyright 2008

The Weekend: A Break From One Kind of Work, And Begining Of Another

A time to renew,
for rest and reflection
-then wrestle angels.

Copyright 2008

Give Me A Break!

Between working shifts,
A couple of coffee shots
-restores life and soul.

Copyright 2008

Take This Job and...

The Boss Speaks
by Edward S. Gault

You tell me
That you've worked
Your fingers to the bone.
Evidently
I haven't worked you
Near hard enough.
You wouldn't have
Any bones left in your hand.
Then I could let you go
There is after all
A budget you know.


Copyright 2008

Monday Again?!

Ever feel like you're not quite ready to go back into work?

A Crack In The Day
by Edward S. Gault

What would happen,
I wonder,
If one could take a hammer and a chisel
And put a crack in the day?
Just like that.
What would happen?
Would it bleed?
Would there be storms-
Birds falling from the air?
Would any of us have a prayer?
Or would anyone really care?

Copyright 2008

Here's Monday's poem belated

Since we had to deal with a serious subject yesterday, here is Monday's poem today.



Carpe Diem
by Edward S. Gault

On the day of my graduation
I wanted to go out
And transfigure the world,
Even if I hadn’t considered
How this would be done
Or what foundations
Would be needed to do it.
And I still consider it,
Even as I am now
A ghostly figure
Riding the daily transit
To work.

Copyright 2007