Poem -

Enemy Territory

The ice was wearing off
He hopped on a random bus
Just to keep moving
Muttered something about
just getting out of prison
Took his shaky time
Trying to find his pennies
Managed to buy a ticket
As a ciggie fell out of his pocket
Dropped his sportsbag on the seat
Kicked back while mouthing off
something unintelligible
Then asked where the wheels were headed
"They're heading to the Port"
"What the hell," he said
"that's straight into enemy territory!"
But his entire flesh was enemy territory
Before he'd even gotten on the bus

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