Zoplicone zeds
for artificial dreams
early alarm clocks
robotic regimes
The fog starts to clear
music fix in the car
a sheep on autopilot
to the thought abattoir
The right mix of chemicals
in order to function
circling roundabouts
never finding the junction
Stripped ham hock heels
from ill fitting safety boots
dripping auburn sweat
inhaling metallic soot
Sickly stifling heat
zero fresh air
seeing through *******
with a Bukowski stare
Benevolent benzos
keep emotions neat
another shift ends
rinse then repeat
An old write from Oct 21 but it definitely reflects how I'm feeling on this dull Thursday.