rented wings, rented wind, 
purchases with paper.
fingers crossed, one oar 
rowing,
one eye always 
winking.  refunds in short
supply, 
authentic-i-TEE in the 
under-TOW,
muddled human fog outside.

sit down and forget 
what reason
there was for getting 
up.

bio-logical slave, all
tied down and being 
beaten beaten beaten.

wake up and forget the 
reason.  why not just 
lie back down and wait,
wait,
for that not-so-quiet
knock at the door?