Every Sunday the same lurching
same turning
It's a problem I'm fixing
just a little more than recommended
just enough to forget things.

How do you explain
to someone who is always there
how lonely it is?

How do I feel sad
when I am sideways on a rock
hurtling through space
through black and night
past stars and everything?
How do I feel lonely
on seven billion people planet
and a house full of family
and a mind full of voices?

I rang Bill last night,
he was in a *******.
Hey, I thought, at least he's living.