Brockton water torture

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...