Ghost Days |
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It happened again.
At least it seems that way.
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I woke up before the clock. |
It used to be a cock.
Im sure of that.
A simple letter,
nothing but a stroke of my pen.
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Now its a clock
with virtual hands
projected on my cell phone;
no longer a cell
surrounding me and my despair.
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No longer the cold fear, piss-smelling impotence
of being forever trapped for something I didnt do...
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or I did but only seemingly
because
those things just happen all by themselves
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and trap you
right there
in the moment
and you can only
wash your hands
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moving and
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pulling and |
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scratching and |
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breaking |
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and you cant even remember where you are or how
you got there. |
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But every time the cock sings it startles you back...
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into a sweaty face
trapped in a torturous cell
to a life of prison
and despair,
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and its just then when something begins to |
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break away |
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and sense a space
away from the tormentous rigidity of my fate.
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Right then, |
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right at the moment of freedom |
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the clock on the cell phone becomes visible
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and I dont recognize where I am |
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again |
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and get up |
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and swear this time Ill vacuum and clean and read |
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and create |
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and eat well |
as I put the sweat smelling clothes from last week |
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and drive again to work |
and try to borrow money |
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to take my daughter to the movies |
just in case she decides to like me again one day. |