9 a.m. slavery
6 p.m. freedom
Instinctive movements along a web
Of mass transit
Quick stop for smokes
- the plot progresses
I find myself throwing darts
In a lack luster Viking bar
Waiting for everyone to arrive
Visions blur, skin sweats
Lungs bleed
The digital readout of the digital clock
Has lost the touch of Krhonos
Old friends, misspoken words
Comical stories and suggestive glances
A girl I will not remember
Now on the street – walking
With a close friend
The police are alarmed by his complete disregard
Citing him – leaving me to walk among free men
For another ten hours.
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