<< Lucky Beast >>
July 26, 2004, 12:09 p.m.

You lucky beast...

Typing away at your keyboard like a priest at his gothic organ.

Your assignment for the day... Feels somewhat like kindergarten, an article slippery with glue and elbow macaroni.

This job, used to give you a hard on. Now it gives you ulcers.

Where did you go? In that chair, charming, relaxed to the world, but your face reveals something different.

You're gone. Fingernails digging under the desk, for you couldn't find a spoon.

Freedom close, but your windows have steel bars. You have tried to bend, to squeeze through the rods, but time beats your back with a whip.

This prison has unlocked gates. You leave everyday, but no matter how far you run, the next morning you're at it again.

Deadline after deadline... Surely, this will be your death line.. A line made of floss, and your balance has no match for a bare string.

Escape. You need to detach your claws from the banister, get your fur wet, and rinse that sober face in the rain.

The roof calls, whiskey to drown the day, and lightning to brighten your evening.

Here you are, lucky beast, in your shadow. All you need is her, and your landscape will shift accordingly.

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