huck

a recent work in progress...


A DAY IN THE PLIGHT

I come to morning
separated from a familiar body
by a matter of paces
and I have to pause

I travel among the public
undressing the population
against their will or knowledge
and it tires me a little

I cooperate for a wage
alongside enough good flesh
to engender a psychopath
and there is this weight

I leave one place for another
again measuring the people by
the pleasure I could give or take
and it becomes exhausting

I retreat at last to a bed
half-blind
half-dead
and Im too hungry to sleep

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Rain Over Bouville