Category : Poems

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Four days free from work 
Four days uninspired 

I spent four days dodging rain and wasting time 
But the time kept passing in bulk
Next thing I knew, it was the final hour.
I’d be crated off in a wagon to slave pins 

And of course I had to see him
I spent four days ignoring responsibility, my mothers house was killing me 
And of course I had to see him in town
I spent two days with my perfect antidote 
Resharpening the knife 
Redigging the lines,
and pathways of emotional memory.
Resigning all restraint 
Pouring it all into him,
and his fuckery.