The calming echo in the house
belies the demons and all
the pent up energy left
unspent, unfulfilled, is
it destiny that has escaped you?
our madness undresses.
you
make
coffee
think nothing of it.
Remember 7am in the World of Waking
as kids our parents would work
in the world and we
never given toys.
if you'd give me one now
i would not know what
to do with it.
We'd always know you'd come home
by the sound of careless whistling
like nothing
was wrong in the universe
and that was enough
enough
enough
