the phone is ringing as i dig for a pen. i change
my face and answer and then, grope and sputter for
the right thing to say. to earn another week, "see
given time i can pay." what aout the bills, what
about the rent? what about the days in the park
you never spent? i wonder whats the use, i need
time to have a purpose. my treasure maps been on
the shelf for so long. its not my choice and thats
whats so wrong. our time together a receipt in her
purse, one makes up the other and that makes it
worse. what about the streets, what about the
crowd? what about the simple existence you avowed?
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about your promise to leave this place? not alive,
jsut living. when we're dont packing and i crawl
in the van, i'll smash the phone just as fast as i
can. i cant remember when i didnt know about lones
and touch tone phones. it wasnt that long ago.
what about those feelings, what about that touch?
what about the little things that used to mean so
much? what about my hopes, what about my fear?
what about my heart that wont produce tears
anymore?