Public Enemy


The knock on the door
was a tune of the end
and wide eyed startled him

right, out of his freedom
instantly preyed for
the relief of his soul

he was
a young man,
Who knew

the next time
he’d see
himself old

out of time
out of his mind,
and out of breath

by then

Karma drove away
flashing its red
and blue lights

with an old man’s
freedom skeleton
dangling in the wind

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