Tuesday, October 20, 2009

parts and scattered pieces

noise sticking to floors
cocktails, chatter, all inane

if i called what it was sensitive
i wouldn't fool a dead man

if i called it hopeful
i wouldn't even fool myself

here i sit,
other peoples clothes

other peoples money,
time on my side
one less glass
one less worry

1 comment:

Lia said...

conor this is really good. you're becoming more restrained, i like it