Biorhythms

© 2003 Vick
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like now,
when I'm unemployed
and it doesn't matter when the hell I get up,
my biorhythms slowly slip,
and I'm transformed into a nocturnal creature;
giving up the rush of sunlight
and the energy of mid day.
With nothing compelling you into the light,
you walk like a phantom,
half here,
half there.
But God, there's some cool things in the dark.
The wall is a veil,
the poison, an opiate.

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