is not the world I was born to a lifetime of bad decisions clenches skeletal fingers around me behind these steel doors razor fences and rifles
Thrown into an orange-clad race towards violence I cast shade over the cold chemical flicker
Days drag like rusted nails months lurch like slugs years become glaciers
Time is as drunk as those who slosh through it
I stand half in memory half in future
The distance between is a short poem
