I kept my hours 1 - 4.30, I had a long leash eventually
and made full use of it,
which was the gutter edging my balcony
slowly filling with cig ends,
until they vanished, no questions.
I'd cap my early mornings glaring at the modem
wondering what horrors had already been set free
knowing this other inchoate world
would never seem expedient,
that a song downloaded in 45 mins
would only move me for the trial,
that I had to keep going until
4.30 and clap hands once, enough,
smoke winsomely
on the balcony, enjoy
the curly tails spiralling
into the slowly blooming
layer between the hedgerows
and the blotted vapours
high above.
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