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Chains
larrylark

Bare room, table, stool,
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two worn settees, minus fleas,
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face each other.
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Gas light hiss, slow burn, cool.
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Turned low, covered, barely glowing.
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Outside someone scrubs streets,
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keeping steady rhythm.
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Feet driven, clicking sound.
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Greet, then march to work.
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Later sat on stiff starched chairs,
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wordless, cornered,
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somehow diminished.
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Wait for her to finish.
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What is it that has no end?
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Shadows throw coats sunshine days.
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We creep inside the shade.
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Treacle flows, porridge made,
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prunes pushed away
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in desultory fashion.
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Hours pass, workers, thin, return.
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Sky grows dim, a sin so strong
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keeps us pinned while we roam.
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However far we go our eyes belie,
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continue to gaze, scrutinize the stool
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from which you never fall.
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One day your grip will slip,
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leaving us mired among chains.
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7 Oct 11

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Is that why you have to hold on tight to your underpants MB. This is a polite inquiry.
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