Right Now Sunday
now the shadow pillars
are tearing down the sunday
ideas that didn't become facts
return in blocks to the brain
just like the facts
that should have remained just ideas
if I knew they were just stains
I think that's enough today
bad things have already happened
the weirdos too
the neighbor's baby looks like a gnome
you also count the fingers of newborns?
I burn my tongue with coffee
I kick the foot of the bed
I forget the wife's birthday
shall we erase this day?
shouldn't have even started.
this disastrous Sunday
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