RAINE REFLECTIONS

Matchstick

A matchstick 
life smoulders 
through squeeze box lungs 
wheezing the smoke 
of bellowed complaints 
arthritis gnaws 
in orange glowing embers
3:14 AM on a Monday
dry eyes itching
lost in the morrow
of tomorrow
I can’t scratch out
another day like this
without sleep
work is always awake
it pays in debts
I hear there’s a raise
on the horizon,
you know how it is,
there is always
plenty more
of less

© Christopher Raine

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