Pause For Poetry:
Michael Hawkes /48

A Routine Check Up

A poem by Michael Hawkes

Give man a minute,– he’ll have a routine,

Since he’s been modified by the machine.

He likes to have his pistons firing,

In a tidy row,

Constantly progressing

In a steady rhythmic flow.

Nipples greased, adjoining faces oiled,

So faultless function won’t be foiled.

Give man a minute, – he’ll have a routine

And measure his time accordingly;

With regular times for every act,

Peculiar biases kept intact

And established illusions of being free.

From slippers to brogues to slippers again,

From breakfast thru’ supper, with rules, like a game,

’n Visits to loos while waiting for trains

’n Afternoon teas with favored refrains,

To smooth things out, – to live one’s dream,

The very best thing, or so it would seem,

Is to get in a rut with a good routine!

05/03/22 –  Hawkes

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