look at the light picking a fight
with the stress ball
shadows just laying there like a fist kick
in the nuts (stop)
what are you doing for the big Holiday, Helen?
Ya, right. That sounds lovely
I’ve got a Chef Boy R Dee pizza in the other room
I’ve got a stress ball over there, weeping in the corner
with its nuts up in a recently punched in sling
I’ve got access to a small army of movies on Netflix and I’m stuck with
this future-ly projected memory of what I’m pretty sure it might be like
to be with this specific someone that is someone other than you .
I know, right? Lord knows I’ve done enough of the all this bitching
about everything, but; Her eyes are like etc., I mean.
If we don’t count Rob Thomas: