My emolument has been spent
wasted on niknaks or lost
playing blackjack,
lent 'til tomorrow by those who
would borrow my dreams,

and now
I must work again for the man
and plan what to do
plan how to get through the Month.

I would have been interested
had it been interesting
but it wasn't
and I wasn't

Daybreak is always something flat.

Not that it worries me
it'll be what it wants to be
and obviously
it wants to be flat.

but that's just my opinion.

She says that I'm a sourpuss and
there is no light behind my eyes
but
I surprise her by shining anyway.

Ok
passing by the gloom
into the bathroom
splash a bit of cold over
this face that's too old
and
facing the day that
faces my way
I go on.

Summer is here and
She says
I've got nothing to wear

I suggest going bare
She growls

not that kind of bear
I add.

Flashbacks.


I walked into her breakdown and all broken up she said,
"You've got to help me stamp out all the demons in my head"
I couldn't help myself, and so I knew my use to her was similar to a drowning man grasping at thin air.

She screamed and then went silent as I opened up my eyes.
I waded through her temperament and shovelled up her sighs.
I watched as she exploded into frothy, foaming seas, and then I knew that I could do just exactly as I pleased.

The night fell out from its sunken lie
The seas ran red with ruby wine and then they all ran dry
I swear I saw Emmanuel breakdancing in the sky.
But all I heard was the howling wind and her pleading, plaintive cry.

The day tripped up as we all tripped on
The morning came and then was gone
We never knew when or just how long
We'd have to wait for the evensong.

So when we packed the cases and we sped out in the rain
The falling sun crashed down to earth, causing us some pain
We had to lay in the sandy bay, prisoners on the Spanish Main
But that's the way we did it, and we'd do it all again.

I wrote to myself
a note to myself
but forgot where
I put it.

Monday done gone
and now
on to Tuesday.

it never stops
wailing sirens
the cops
a doughnut
but
I don't listen
anymore

got used to it
like I once got used
to the crash of waves on the shore
it's just background
and
if you really hear it
you can hear silence
in the sound.

I am ready
She says
steady on John
and
I wonder
where the time has
gone.