11/19/99
I look out of the window,
The sun is shining on a new day.
Is that the same sun that rose yesterday?
Someone tell me
Last night I glanced at the moon -
How much it looked like the one before
Though it wasn’t
The bitter wind brought me back
To this reality, this existence
This pseudo-life
This life, this defective video,
Wrapped up and sent
Book-rate to a destination unknown
What is to come?
The weatherman is home on sick-leave
Customer support is out to lunch
I am alone
I stand solid, still
Body immobile, mind reeling
The blue sky comforts yet scrapes at me
All has changed, yet nothing has.