The days of your life beyond recounting
The days of your life beyond recounting
waiting at the junction in the rain:
the cars, the radio, and what accounting
can there be? The billboard over there surmounting
the traffic island's fertile plain;
the grey life stories beyond recounting
crawling past each day. Even discounting
repeated visits, the numbers are insane.
The tires, the radiators: what accounting
for metal in motion. The tonnage mounting
as commuters fill the left turn lane
the lives of days spewed from a fountain
and then there's you--frustration mounting--
in the stasis of a queue. You can't explain
the ways of a life beyond recounting,
the cars, the radio, the days... who's counting.in the stasis of a queue. You can't explain
the ways of a life beyond recounting,
bloomin' marvellous,,, wholly uplifting ;-)
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