talking too little meets

thinking too much

together they meet in the middle

together they make mush. 

together once fabric were

a young man’s trousers. 

waisted youth. 

ineffable collusion

of infinite conclusion

weaves  a handsome plaid

of a priori delusion. 

read it in a book

drank it in wine

find tomorrow morning 

that yesterday was

fine. 

fill a cup of empty 

with all your common cents

and finally a dollar

from all the years you spent. 

watch the roller coaster

watermark on bar

find yourself in mirror

ask him where he went. 

read it in mag

saw it on a tube

find tomorrow morning

there’s nothing you can do. 

there’s nothing you can’t do. 

there’s nothing you can do.  

there’s nothing you can’t do.