Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Stop this train



I'm up!
Tonight because of a load of laundry being run
at 11:30,
last night because of the dog scratching her ear
and I got up and put her on the kitchen counter and poured a shot glass of vinegar water in it.
The night before because where are the keys? Where are the keys?
wherearethekeyswherearethekeys.
And every night John Mayer plays as soon as I open my eyes,
a concert just for me and he's waiting for only me
so he can play just one song over and over.
Stop This Train
don't hunh hunh I' m moving in,
hunh hunh
Stop this train.
My sheets are not crisp.
Everything is so sticky!
The washing machine is not white noise.
I'm so hot!
We need milk. I hope there's enough for coffee.
Does the corroding pipe in the garage hold up the whole house?
What if I'd never noticed?
Would he have noticed?
Once in a while
hunh hunh
I need to eat more fruit. I'll bring raspberries and blueberries tomorrow.
Load
Rinse
Spin
So scared of getting old,
hunh hunh being young.
She's leaving in just a week and a half
I am so sad.
Will John Mayer play every night until I die?
Why does he play every night? Why doesn't he know the words?
Quit snoring!
Never gonna stop this train.
Shut up!
I should get up and read.
The sofa smells like dog.
We should get a new sofa.
I hate my house.
Why do we sleep in this room?
I hate this room.
What is the word, what is the word, what is the word . . .
What the hell am I trying to think of! There is no word, you lunatic!
I am huge.
I need to eat only fruit tomorrow.
Don't for a minute change the place you're in
hunh hunh hunh
Stop this train.

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