Not even the television makes sence - I can't follow anything.
The radio is an agitation juke box.
People talking to me and I can't quite understand what they are talking about.
I have already hung up on assorted utilities, telephone - whatever.
The house like a dream, somebody else's dream, a bad one. The gate is nice tho.
The dog - he is wondering what has happened and I am wondering too - I dont know what to do.
I am a visitor here from the land of loving.
It was right here where we are now,
And then it wasn't.
Storm tossed among the meaninglessness
Of the new everyday.
© TitusL
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