night shift
has its moments
when the idiots
all go home
and call it a day
when the coyotes come out
soul searchers
that blend in
like oil stained
asphalt
things are different
on nights
and governed by
some strange
nocturnal metaphor
like the groundhog
who was big as a cat
and stood in front of that
flat car full of wood
whose buzz saw wheels
screamed like boiling devils
as it turned around the bend
me watching
in morbid curiosity
as he got it
cleaved in two
and sealed up tighter
than a bull frog's ass
the head end
still trying to run
and i felt very much
like god
was letting me in on something
you don't see this shit
on days
i thought
as old testament stories
of buggery and murder
entertained me for a moment
and i thought
this fucker got off easy
like me
like him
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