lunch break #2
the late summer breeze
shakes down to my knees
as i sit on this bench
by the working man's fence
where the great tarmac road
like a grey river flows
swoosh past my feet
to the nighttime retreat
and leaves laugh above
my skull nailed tough
to the winding routine
of a dizzying scene
& I sit as I wait
for the future's fresh take
on my spluttering mind
through the dark fiery vine
shakes down to my knees
as i sit on this bench
by the working man's fence
where the great tarmac road
like a grey river flows
swoosh past my feet
to the nighttime retreat
and leaves laugh above
my skull nailed tough
to the winding routine
of a dizzying scene
& I sit as I wait
for the future's fresh take
on my spluttering mind
through the dark fiery vine
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