lock the door behind you
ignore the keyhole eyes burnt in each
passing flat
remember the cold water dripping out
faucet into sink
you'll use it to scrub later
bathe clean of the stink
down the stairs each step louder
closer to ground floor
chipped paint kicked aside frame
swinging aluminum sunrise puffs of breathe
chilly air grates and reaches into pockets
up to you to hide the greasy bills
keep you head down hat rim down and arms
ready your weak knees only carry so
far
how long you been staring out
and bus passes jack and gone
good riddance without
breakfast moves the day faster along
no windows no kid light the bulb
you can see
street lamps make orange light
for you to walk home by these hours paid
slide in while those eyes again are
set to tabled scorn drooling
quick with key and turn of empty knob
latch the door behind you
turn out your pockets
count the dead men in your hand
one two three four five six seven
eight
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