Lions in the wallpaper and tigers at the door
the bedroom is a jungle and
I lay here on the floor watching Saturn through the ceiling which fell into disrepair
wishing that I wasn't here but somewhere far out there.

The tube's a hypodermic injecting me with new ideas
thoughts of better situations and blanketing my fears.


Thursday is the saving's bank
where Friday soon falls due
and today will be a special day
I'm thinking just of you.

sober as a judge
I walk the plank of
judgement day

to deviate
alleviate the pain
I walk this way
and
the lions sleep
on daffodils,
the tigers
on the mats
the ceiling's back
where it belongs

and I'm almost at work


which as an afterthought
is pretty weak
and it doesn't rhyme.