this page is under construction
i haven't made my mind up yet
it's littered with words I found
on your mother's doorstep
this page is under construction
until I find the gist of that pause
it's just words in the back pages
of this momentary thought
this page is under construction
i found out yesterday
my life is under construction until
this late sunday afternoon
this page is under construction
until bandits stole my thought
it's now cluttered with rubbish
and posted in the hall
this life is under construction
until I find my way back
somewhere in New Jersey I guess
I am lost again
this page is under construction
come back and see it soon
i will have my rabbi chanting in
the naked room
this evening is under construction
until the lipstick women call
it's 3 a.m. in the morning and the
hotel rooms have closed
this moment is under construction
until I have the courage to call
you have left for tomorrow and left
me a note
this scene is under construction
until the sparrows fly south
the windows are fogged in and the
headlights still on
this dream is under construction
until I find out the cause
it's a suit I filed with the landlord
of your every whim
this room is under construction
i haven't moved in yet
i hear your sister she's celibate
and already on the bed
this hallway is under construction
i heard it on the news
the subways are crowded and your
therapist called again
this woman is under construction
she lives across the hall
the evenings are filled with chatter
all along the wall
this moment is under construction
until I understand your pain
the floor is always bare where the
sun shines in
this man is under construction
until he stands alone
the terrorists have fallen and the
victims are awol
this game is under construction
i don't understand the rules
the jesters are laughing and call
me the fool
this poem is under construction
it's almost near the end
i haven't got the strength to analyze
it again
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