Machines In Paradise

Machines In Paradise

A Poem by Jason Shadows

O how the waves echo each day.

I awoke this morning to the neighbors lawnmower 
already mad I make haste putting my clothes on.


One pants leg on at a time I trip over the coffee table
hitting my big toe on the side screaming...O my.


The day is over from work and it seems life slips by
forgetting all this time I need to eat something.


Rising the next all seems the same again
and yet again the visual of life seems to resume.


Breakfast and lunch combined into one to be quick
the next bell rings again for the second shift workers.


My work seems to be great for the boss is making money
off my ideas he sounds his voice to get out.
Free from this contraption yet the gears keep turning
and they rust and wreak but they are fixed tomorrow.


But what about me and my body? who is gonna fix me
when I brake down will someone put me back together?

(This cycle is vast and complex)
(Life keeps moving without remorse)
(Breaking free it's time to move on)
(In this moment you become the machine)

© 2019 Jason Shadows

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What is it with people and lawnmowers. Should come with a health warning.
Routine is the human way, can't live with it, can't live without it.
On the plus side. Someday you'll be that guy with the lawnmower.

Posted 2 Years Ago

no nourishment is no nourishment and no nourishment is all work for the sake of work and not finding nourishment in the lines between welcome to the machine my friend (like this) You put an interesting spin to your cogs in the write

Posted 2 Years Ago

this reminds me of is interesting how as humans we want consistency but then get so bored with routine....and yet when the routine isn't there, we don't feel comfortable.
we want the best of both worlds...sameness and adventure.
well expressed here.

Posted 2 Years Ago

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Added on April 11, 2019
Last Updated on April 11, 2019


Jason Shadows
Jason Shadows

I'm your shadow within the light., NC

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