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 

already

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.