Rock with a Star on It

August 01, 2020

In assigning structure 
Different narratives begin to reveal 
Themselves 
So don’t assign a structure 

He doesn’t want prompts 
Or to be talked about in the third-person 
Only to admire the 
Empty glass of water 

To be refilled when the need becomes dire 
Rank the works from worst 
To best. 
Maybe. 

That’ll look strange on a screen 
The washer’s open 
Strike while the iron’s hot 
Unload the traveled suitcase 

Of well-worn garments, 
Worn dirty at least a couple times over 
You’ll be staying awhile 
So commit? 

Cover your legs with a thin
Blanket. Because you’ve recently 
Ran out of acceptable pants. 
Paul Simon seems to always be playing in here.

But so muffled and all 
He wants is to be heard 
Clear. How fun it would 
Be to see the pencil shavings just go flying 

Everywhere. That’d
Produce an uneasy smile 
Because someone’d have to pick them up 
And you’re naked 

Because your clothes are washing 
Remember. That’s that rock with the star on it. You can’t be bothered to help shovel 
The blankets of snow but will enjoy the meatloaf. 

Who is this for? 
This dialogue. 
No promises. 

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