It’s a Slow Day Today
It’s a slow day today.
Any action is a sign of bad manners.
The Dow-Jones is 0. A whisper in your mind is saying silence,
which is the breaking news of the moment.
The weather man is frozen pointing at the clouds over Oswego
that look like a slime on a surface of a swamp, the swamp we’re all drowning in.
The last thing I remember is me in the mirror, a picture that would be better seen in medical files.
Where’s all that jazz we used to be, that ice cube in your glass you tried to catch?
It’s Chinese torture, an exercise to pass through purgatory.
But in this world of empty words
all you need is a rainy day and nobody around.
Other than that, you have plenty of things to describe
in that unique way of yours.