cold morning strangers up apartment above
she's still sleeping black hair pillow
jazz on eternity's stereo system plays

my stem is strange that fixes me down
i've no idea sometimes what i'm after
the ether's scrambled my insides

wanna trade my one act play for some green
tonight will there be a quiet game of scrabble
or all assembling for some kinda revolution on main

the table cloth is checkered red and white
a cat confuses its tale in a maelstrom of mirrors
security rows out onto wakefield cars roll on

-- 7/30/07, IL