a crudescent haze
follows just
out of sight
behind me as i stroll
through an inconsolable
day of rigid anxiety

i long to escape
the doldrums
of wasting the day
in indentured servitude
to landlords and bosses

burning up with ideas
and too run down
to scribble them out

enslaved to creativity
yet engulfed in
the ugliness of survival
trapped in the cage
of nine to five nonsense
where every moment working
is one more toward the grave