What was I looking at,
When I was looking up?
Oh, Remind
Seventy-two now
and as mad as they come,
but even so, now
You say I have to get a real life
But I'm
I'm being held at the end of a tether
At the
She's standing at the door and getting one thing clear
I
I'll spend this day in a reverie
I won't focus on
Back and fourth
West to east
Across the sprawl
On the balls of
It's almost a shock
This lint I keep dusting off
Why am
No call this morning
No sleep at all
Not getting any answers
Cursing crimson walls
A thousand or so souls on the floor
Shouldering
Lathered up and weepy
The informant told me
And none too sympathetic
That
