clouds move fast in the
five o’clock sky
growing dark knowing not
why
I sit here the way I do
not know why, but it gets
me through
to another day seeing
tomorrow
will come, won’t steal,
maybe borrow
a thought or two, fit into
place
this name at the bottom,
ignore this face
in the glass, staring
right at me
and I don’t know what I
see
so many pass right by my
side
where I hold those, who
will I confide
in and out of unusual
states
stacking up like unwashed
plates
pile up from the weight up
on top
of another thought, it
will not stop
at the end or beginning of
what
no one knows what it is
they have got
what it takes as I sway
side to side
trying to find a place I
can hide
in all of the rubble that
is left behind
and I can’t remember those
papers I have signed
my name to the papers I
see in the sky
clouds moving fast, but
can’t ask them why…
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