Wednesday

by John Rocco

I gotta hold out
like Cagney in the Hole
for days weeks the calendar
spinning numbers
in great title here it comes:
Each Dawn I Die.

I’m not chained to bars
eight hours a day.
I don’t have to shit
in a bucket.
I have Queens daylight
and hot Asian moms
in the park.

I can hold out.
I just gotta hold it in:
The caged bird
deaf from Iron Maiden concerts
limping bank account
sour breath morning after fight
eternity hangover
showing Battle Royale tonight
at school.


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