Shelves  hold the books I've never read  

I wade through the air I bite at to breathe

The legs you see, not sure they belong to me

Hands that wave


Things don't fill
They empty
They're  put in hands that wave carried by legs that aren't mine just because.

Unexpected tomorrow I know the rain will fall.

Reflected in the sorrow as I call and call.

Career lover unraveled by the belle with boots, still

I remain a nail in the wall and I can see my hook.