Innumerable things are not my cup of tea,
There are, there are
Staging left and right as boulevards shudder
I will not, as I’m looking
That I am, that I will, as I’m looking
Clouds over head, cups of coffee, still, as I am
The days of the week, they conspire
But it all started with a break in the middle, they tell me
Satchels full of assumption about you, about me
Are they even scales if they are lopsided?
This world you live in and everyone it was made for
Twisted like that, like these days you make it through
You’re told to think of a number, but you head is filled with swimming tests
I’m told to take a minute, and everything is suddenly golden
We are assaulted by counterfeits, you and I
We are doing our best
What do all their metaphors about Rome even matter
Streets are sinking all around us and they want to talk perspective
Keep a go-bag at hand, we’ll leave after sundown someday
August 18, 2020
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