thoughts that loom before sleep
like unflushed floaters
That
Time
When . . .
~
boss wanted
a five minute chat
at five minutes
to clock out
cliche oppression
but i had to go buy a kitchen
~
burnt out dirt bike
on the cement apron
that sloped off
into the brown lap thames
we used to light fires
at night with beers
all flooded now
for the new port
how many more shits
will i have to do ?
from finaceapprise.com
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