Monday, July 12, 2010

late to dinner

everything is off

the birds should not be flying that way
the water runs old and decrepit
the grass and the clover are at odds with each other
and the fruit has got rot overnight

everything is off

my friend reads a book on the roof in the rain
as his lover rides away on a europe bound train
somebody sleeps in a hotel tonight
though fate wanted them in the gutter

everything is off

the phone wont stop its ringing
my apple pies burning
this kitchen is empty
while the artist search elsewhere for jesus

everything is off

I should be at a meeting
but i've given up thinking
of what need be done, where i ought to go,
and why you are three days late to dinner.