My weekdays
So busy, it's my schedule
Well giving in my apartments just as full
Those ceilings and white unforgiving walls
And now that's rigid than the days lined on my calendar
As subways trains, they roll
Me home late, it's hard to keep proper intervals of sleep
I like it though
My weekends
I travel and I visit friends
Sometimes I go out, sometimes I stay in
Entertain myself
It's only in the humor
In a story I recall
I mimic with my arms as I
Exaggerate a joke
Oh where I go
It's only in this drama
In a story I recall
I mimic with my arms as I
Exaggerate the plot
I go to unhook the VCR
Cable and
The bath of ma**ive tangled grey and black
And turn across to somewhere in the back
I'm leaning over down behind the TV stand, a radiated pause
A hissing line and stranded as
Spits among the dust
I give up