My weekdays
So busy, it's my
Schedule
Well, given my apartment's
Just as full
Low ceilings and white
Unforgiving walls
They're no less rigid than
The days lined on my calendar
And subway trains that roar
Be home late; it's hard to keep proper
Intervals of sleep
I like it though
My weekends
I travel, and I
Visit friends
Sometimes I go out
Sometimes I stay in
To entertain myself
I slowly invoke humor in
A story I recall
I mimic with my arms, as I
Exaggerate a joke
Oh, here I go
I slowly enhance drama in
A story I recall
I mimic with my arms, as I
Exaggerate the plot
I go to
Unhook the VCR
Cable, and
I bat the mass of
Tangled gray and black
Antenna cords
Somewhere in the back
I'm leaning over
Down behind the TV stand
The radiator coughs
A hissing, blind, extended hands
Spits among the dust
I give up
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