30 June, 2013

My Sunday morning

It's not funny anymore
The way I think you're smiling.
All this mess that's piling
Up to my nose
In this house
Has impeccable timing.

Me and Cat keep watch 
For an unexpected sighting
Of someone like you.
(It won't really be you)
(We know)

Cat is a good friend 
He knows its hard to blend
In, and flow through, 
Like we're all the same.

Because sadness stands out 
As pointless as a bout 
Of heedless giggling
To yourself
On your own