Clatter and Buzz

Ah dunno
Maybe
I'll wash the
Dishes
Tomorrow and
Help to start
Ending what started my thinking as a
Circular kind of thing
Hope, honey,
Always hope, and turn the lights
On and
Sleep.

Bliss

I think that tomorrow the world's gonna end
And half the population won't hear because they've got their earphones in
And they'll look around because they hear a faint rumb-a-ling
But they won't take their earphones out because they like a little tumb-a-ling
In their minds, a little figuring
To guide
Their thoughts like ticker tape
On a reel.
They like to feel a little helpless, maybe
Believe me when I say this, baby
That of the half that aren't blindly wondering
At least a quarter of them will be blundering
To save their money
And maybe an eigth will be in the bathroom
And not want to run out to save themselves
because of their personal modesty
They'll run their mind over the honesty
Of their life And spend
Their last few seconds reveiwing start to end
All the things that have already happened.
I think that tomorrow the world's gonna end

Lost Things

Tweed coat of paint brush your hair tie your shoe store your book mark a word process thought
Never stop

Self..... what, exactly?

This hanger
In my closet
Pure deposit
It just hangs

Nothing on this hanger
This head banger
It just hangs

And its metal
Oh its metal
Yes its metal
And it hurts

It perfect
It precisely
What it takes to help exert

All
My......

Ugh.

Sprinkler

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Preeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Is this really my life?