mornings dawn gift
is
Trojans in costume
and
the stink
of
hostels
and
sandpaper eyes
the Trojans have
social network and outlook inbox indifference
and
demand
hundreds
of tiny tasks be done
before
ME
the hostage
is
released
into
DAY
i make an effort - sometimes thats enough
and
i sit out on the patio chair
waiting
for
the demands to fade
and
for
lunchtime
to
arrive
with the high sun
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