Mystery of Monotany

Times a-wastin’

throw the flour round the kitchen and dust the room

2:03 PM another day again

My uniform splattered with my guts on the kitchen table

Snap back, wake up, daydreamin-put away the fly swatter.

45 and still alive until he dies tomorrow as he did today and yesterday and the last

Changing the tables

Clock is leaking; the checkers lengthen

I wander over fingerprints that trace 3 stars

Stars I would race, speedin with the cops

Sun sleeping through windows

Dancing in the phrases

Rabid; a song closing in another winkin mile on me

Stretch my skin until no one can see

Sailing through the dawn

Where the epiphany dwells

Changing the girl

and if those walls could talk

They would whisper of our dance

Slicin the moon

Walking over the spittle of words and into days

Spilling magic, the stars wink

Remembering a painting of a runaway