take care of yourself
if the moon doesn't come
there's work to do
and anyway more of the same to change
let's rearrange what we had in mind
add to the list as we tear up the plan
where is the sand as it slips beneath
all the king's horses in the streets
a man on the corner getting a shave
another sits down to hotel breakfast and barks
for god's sake at least let me sit first
as the coffeetea offer scuttles away
men in the seats and row and roads
leading the goats and honking their horns
staring and nodding and wideeyed somehow
there is a space and i'm here to get done
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