Sunday, January 5, 1997

neatly stacked ladders

3 cigarettes and just as many cups of coffee
feel as though I have been sleeping for days
yet not enough rest
can't hear
and therefore identify what
everyone around me is talking about
21-0 is the score of the football game
who is winning
who is playing
and do I even care
feel my voice get deeper with
the fourth realizing that I have to work soon
and hope that someday I do escape
the doom of being a wage slave
when you have the kind of time that I have
you notice all the things no one else cares to notice
rusty blue van stuck in a dirty white snow bank
seven neatly stacked ladders on top. . .

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