Looked out my window

Looking up

Lonliness of the white bunny, hiding in the darkness

You like your Rock, you think it's hip, it's cool The rest they like Classic, Soul or Pop But not you You think you're different Because you like Rock And the rest do not

Clocking signs from the exact 3pm of my shoes on the floor, Through the picked cuticle I-Ching Of my nails, To the filters and grips In hermetic circuits I can't crack.

Have you ever tried to have one of those "just the two of us" days with the hope of putting a little bit of romantic spice back into your marriage and have it go crazily wrong?

Darling, don't you ever rage? Your glottal stops are sweaty fists Wherever did you learn To punch so poorly - Forgive my candour But that last scale With its eyelid tremble Brought to mind