stepping out of the door

can go left

could go right

each is much the same

& here comes the postman

he has such a busy day

& any words between us

reflect he is only passing my way

who will I talk to

seems such a heavy load

when what I want is something new

I can sink my teeth into

the way a dog loves his bone

but nobody got nothing

as the dead murmur ‘just live…’

there beneath our heavy feet

oh I’m trying but you know

nobody got nothing to give

just the same worn out words

they were giving out the day before

& lord it’s a heavy load for a man

who seeks something he’s not heard


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