Link man met the morning music
feeling every note in the big picture show,
ever noting the strange stuff, the techie things
between us,
old offers in the happy head trying to make it
through feeling stupid,
trying to make it go dueling cupid
and the
throes, if you follow.
Damn, hope would not let me go despite my
shriveling act only known as apathy-ego,
mr. cool-done-doing, mr. social something-or-other,
mr. big ‘ol yesterday imagining a marvel through the window
mr. big ‘ol yesterday imagining a marvel through the window
leaning on the pane’s chipped paint.
C/W
r3ckon 