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Poetry

Wheels

There’s a teriyaki joint
In place of the Taco Bell now.
The wheels of progress.
I take five sleeping pills
With a vodka chaser.
The wheels turn.
You left me last night.
Taking only a suitcase and a wad of cash.
The wheels grind.
I don’t want to wake up.
The light is too much.
The wheels stop.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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