nothing wrong with staying in the
same place
all day
long who is here to say otherwise
he would be
at work for someone else of course
sick and
tired of the monotony
flip
through the big book
just to get
a word in before nine
bells toll
and the church north west
stops
ringing at six but the trains run until eleven
can be
heard across town three stops every night
in the same
place listening
a new
thought for every day even if he's got
to flip the
big book to get things started
constantly
trying to think of ways to write
his way out
of the hole he has dug deep
into the
night and it's just nine now
avoiding
thoughts work related that's all
everything
else is allowed to roam freely
organically
grown thought but missing
the
Colorado vitamin shots one a day
staring
into the product of Dali's mind
and hand it
to people who interpret
things
differently every time
seen and
never heard together
like a
couple of buffalo outside behind him
water from
the AC drips on the roof
sort of
Brockton water torture somehow...
