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Pushing My Envelope
by Chris Sorrenti
I’ve always existed here
living, not the appropriate word
bouncing between
nirvana and comatose
the mind obsessive
soul, forgiving
body, not so willing
to pay the toll of accomplishment
shutting down
without my approval
sleep, an inconvenience
eating, only slowing me down
On the job
I work twice as hard
to fool time
into speeding my arrival home
fatigue, as always
balanced precariously
by the factor of fun
and knowledge -
tomorrow, I may not be here
to reap the rewards
of pushing my envelope
© 1999
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01/31/2016 Author's Note: For those unfamiliar with the term, ‘pushing the envelope’ comes from the aviation industry, in testing an airplane’s performance limits or flight envelope, using various criteria, such as altitude, speed, etc.
Posted on 01/31/2016
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 02/01/16 at 01:53 AM I think we are very similar in some ways. Nice work! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/03/16 at 01:11 AM I really like the idea of fooling time. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/04/16 at 08:54 PM Having pushed envelopes often in my checkered past, Chris, I can really relate to this one! |
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