On the Line

annie fahy
Aug 9, 2017 · 1 min read
Chaos is the bathwater © annie fahy 2017

We are a factory of consciousness
Overworked on the line.
We assemble minute thoughts,
stoke the furnaces of desires.
Robotic arms with tiny hands
manipulate the moving parts of worry,
organize the maps;
one area solely for laundry
that waits in a heap as if breathing.

Double shifts in drama.
Hustle a little deal,
a smoke break.
Turn in your mother
for sleeping on the job.
Ransom your brother
For a slim chance of escape.

Mass production
of avoidance,
numbness and despair.
It is a family business.
Starts when the body
is little and unknown.
Bitter doubt
a wrecking ball.
Chaos is the bath water.
Bars on the windows
chokes all the love out.

© annie fahy 2017

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Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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