useful
i've been drifting around in the same old shoes
i have stayed awake hoping to see you
and the coffee waits to be boiled
add sugar and sip with another stick
singin my favourite song
the grass is so long
living awaiting desire
wondering if you're somewhere higher
listening to the sound of birds
mornings come and go, time hurts
closing the window of misfortune
opening new horizons, in tune?
enjoying wastime
hearing old mind
wanting new lime
apparently the water is cold
raining days, and sleeping nights
will the score be goaled
the gun smokes in the corner box
sympathetic young woman
what is your name
under the butterfly of the rain
swimming in a glass of water
breathing in a tub of grass
i want you to know that im useful
making cupboards and clothes
whispering ears to your call
burnt bacon pieces, nutritious
squeezing lemon juice
sinking a vodka drink
the moon is hiding behind hazy clouds
tampering with its brighty shine
the pink envelope beholds the sun
and its droppings are painted on
the sky mixing it with the blue
always thinking of you
brown glasses, brown hair, brown eyes, petite, sleep.