Shift over and done

The night is over

And I wait for my

Relief to come

Whenever that is

Because I want

To smoke already

Pondering waking dreams

Is so hard and scattered

Pieces tell my story in

Bold lights in the outhouse

Essence warming me close

Wet blanket hugs me

Soft across my

Chest and no more

Anxiety creeps are

At my door

Guess I'll stick out

My thumb and hitch

A ride on this magic

Carpet slide into

Reststop scenes

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