Fifth snow-covered Tuesday in so many weeksCheck the mail for the sixth or seventh time todayFold this mighty newspaper over and overAnxiety quelled by underlineTiny prayers to the coffee cups scatteredAll across my houseMy only measure of timeIn whose world do these accolades matter?I guess not mineMy slow world spins the sameFully consumed with what my grandparents used to doA contact highMethod actingTiny prayers to the coffee cups scatteredAll across my houseMy only measure of timeScattered like ashesScattered like my old homesScattered like starsAfter all that ,what did you expect to see?Yell until you're blind and/or all out of moneyTwenty-five Strummers and too many RamonesLike there's no place left to goI don't know what's worseNo opinion or no thirstOr how I can't find a better use for my time
