your laces are more than just tied.

with this pale iridescent skin-of ours
his eyes aren't looking down they are 
ferociously narrowing in

its barley coffee and yawning 
and your calling this day a waste 

wadding it up into a paper ball
missing the garbage bin
with your feet propped up on
that wooden table
of mine
and i just sit there
with 2 hollow eyes
and a baby doll mouth.

its not even morning paper time
and your already calling this day a waste.