Time is moving slowly today
and that’s good, I am sort of free
so time to drink it in.
The responsible monsters
peer at me from a dark corner
Boris Karloffs version sits cross legged
on a wooden stiff chair
and regards me with cold boredom
out of the corners of his eyes.
The rest of them are rather humdrum
faceless and formless
lurking behind Boris
with thoughts of car batteries and litter boxes
flowers and water hoses
grass and work clothes
dirty dishes and garbage cans.
I look down and see the chains on my wrists
but they aren’t attached to anything
so I decide that I will drag them around.
Well, I said sort of free.
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