Lack of stimulation drives my mind to slumber
Where the devil lurks
Tempted by laziness and escape
Watching the tick tock of the old clock
Images of the yellow serpent floating down the black river
With my boots strapped on
With my thumb out
Invitations to strangers to warm these traveler’s bones
I dream a dream of my bag across my back with cannabis and
cloth
To keep my travels at peace
I keep this dream on my tongue where I am engulfed in
fleeing freedom
For this world bores me into a relentless slumber
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