I Was In The Shower

this is what someone calls living

pouring paperbacked prophecies

into advice worth giving

he says "someday"

as if he's got the time

i say "someday"

praying it will never be mine

our cars collide

with our futures

more often than we'd prefer

so we slip on streams of consciousness

and kiss ourselves goodbye

kiss myself goodbye

i've no more time for time

and less patience than your money can buy

there must be something pure about staying in

something more than the recycled sin

that i'm seeping onto the street

i've got a right mind

and two left feet

with my untimely, timid staggered stance

my nerve-wracked, naseous last chance dance