I sit on the bathroom floor
Spiked uncut unsettled
Same dialogue over and over
Same dialogue over and over
They came again at 8.32
Left at 8.48
I go from shop to shop
Looking
For something
I don’t know
Talk
That’s what I need
Just to say
At the end of a dead telephone
I hear it
Slipping away
Walking past the hanging sign
Straight-up Frank waves hi
I wave back
Maybe I am here
Not like Frank
Not in the same way
Never in the same way
We would not fit right
Frank does not live here
The other boy does
He holds his head
busy as busy as
He takes the notice from the wall
Shatters pins upon the floor
Places each piece of paper
Piece by piece
In the trash
I pick up the pins
I can’t make this right
I tap my hand along the wall
As the car drives by
As if to thumb a lift
Away
The car does not stop
Not today
I sit
On the bathroom floor
Spiked uncut unsettled
It can’t have been long the tea’s still hot
I can’t make this right.
