not what they used to be
my eyes see what they want to see
and I suppose that is just me
blocking things out,

and I've seen enough of the stuff that they stuff your head full of.

Years ago, many of them, at about this time in the morning I was down by the river watching polecats running wild and the noise that the bats made scratched on my eardrums,
random eh?
but it's Thursday and I can be.

I need another livener, a wakener, I'm taking a
break, taking five and I'm thinking of poets who
are lost to the eye who now write their poetry,
on clouds in the sky,
don't know why
random eh?
but it's Thursday and I can be.