moll

by vlock1

they’ve come
in so many ways
to my small doorstep
have set up their camps
silently
unbeknownst to me
reeling under the yoke of moil

wanting only to get in the door
turn on the stereo
have a beer
I am instead tripped up by them
these people at my door

wanting to have a drink
see a movie
get a coffee
shoot the shit
whatever

it has gotten burdensome
I used to bask in such adulation

no
longer
I am tired
of living for
and through
others

give me this seat
these keys
this music
this smoke

take
away
your weariness

leave me
to my own

(1997)

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