7836. JUST THE WAY

JUST THE WAY

Just the way that nothing ever gelled, so

the pattern-fixtures of my own life are

broken  -  a little here, and this goes to that.

I don't understand the world. No one speaks

a real word; they all just walk along. Three

men, digging up the street once more  -  for

pipes and wires. The lady with her dog just

wanders by, showing no interest whatsoever.

I wonder how blank blank can get.

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The caption would read, I suppose, 'she's

oblivious once more.' And then they walk

each other straight to their selected graves,

before noticing a thing. How sad is all that?

Over by the curb, some big guy in a rented

car sits idly in his driving seat. Oh well,

I have my own book that I'm writing in.