Saturday, July 28

Hourly Wage

The range of my thoughts
is cramped.
My words are forced
between these lines.
The narrow body which wraps my soul
is caged in spaces too small for a dog.
Nothing holds me but free will;
no one is my master but tyrannous luxury and despotic comfort.
Dried husks of ambition litter my reason
and clog motivation.
I have not seen a bird
in days
except thru glass...

I am hungry.

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