Thursday, February 17, 2011

5 Hours and 58 Minutes Left on My Shift

I wanna run out the door
down the street
take the first bus
to anywhere
leave the clock running
while the bag ladies
and thieves
wait
for free tickets
and cigarettes
leave the clock
wondering
and waiting
on nothing
while stalkers finger flowers
and old men ask the price
of a million things
they can’t buy
leave it
leave it
with 30 minutes for lunch
a bad back
and 5 dollars
leave it
leave it
but I can’t
because I’m on the clock
and the clock’s got me
with 5 hours and 50 minutes to go

© 2011 Lee Kitzis

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

this is wonderful. i feel like that all the time... but never so poetically.

SecretlyCreativ said...

Nice. I can relate.