It's a Monday
beginning of the week
another day dealing w/
feet to concrete pushing towards
cubicles closed off from the world
below construction drowns out
MF Doom tunes...
you would rather
watch flowers bloom
sniff Esacada perfume from warmed
dark summer skin & embrace a grin
eat beef patties discussing how the world
seem so fucking mundane
& how life as we knew it
has took a change... for the worst
still somehow finding peace in
laying back w/ arms rested at sides
watching clouds slowly roll through the sky
thinking you have all the time in the world
& right here is where we should want to be
here... is where you should be....w/ me


but you're not...