Everday Machines in  Depression Poems  Life Poems   

I can't believe the days pass so quickly
the words are a circle in my mind
they start collecting smudge-lines
ever faster as they move

even the sunset is full of sprockets,
gears spinning visibly in orange-pink
you thought I wouldn't notice my focus
growing blurry, greasy with fast food

By echoshindig

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Other poems by echoshindig:

• Astronaught
• Bedroom Companions
• Brown Pantsuit
• Closet: Early Morning
• Comfortable Lies
• Drainroom
• Escaping the Undead
• Everday Machines
• Hospital Cafeteria
• Housewarming Party: The Uninvited
• Inertia of the Overworked
• Inventory
• Last-We-Met
• Letter to the Gardener
• Liberty, Part One
• Love and Summerdust
• No Repairs
• Old Illnesses
• Sister-Fire
• Some Things Have Died
• Sunday Conversations with a Quieter Life
• Undead Ambitions
• What Winter Damns
• When It's Quiet in Your Kitchen