glint and reading the papers
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lunchtime -- the glint off the mint
reminds me of the hard candy we would suck on
carelessly sucking while chewing the fat
day's facts factoids opinions
this was when i still read the papers
you still write for the paper
now urgency bonds with desperation -- a quaint placebo
why it used to be that we felt only
the blithe disregard for time -- what drug that was!
whereas time's passing is oppressive to me now...
to me who is not doing nearly enough
to feel busy
or to have any time at all...
jesus fucking christ:
i am only two or three things away from soundness
as measured by my loving sound-off parents
really i am -- trust me on this -- the hard gleam
of the mint reminds me of you
who got away but lives in a collage of dreams
in my head -- like the mint still apparently
red and white but really becoming mauve shades of blue
