You are my sunshine
The Muzak croons
My only sunshine
Playing on hold over the phone
As you lean across the copying machine
Handing me you husband’s photographs
Housebreaking reality very composed
The silver roadrunner
The object intractable to reconciliation
Revery contemplation hypnagogic vision
Cold turkey or some greater addiction
But hey I can get fun out of even that
Feeble I believe in your voice
Your even smell like murder
Strange somewhat prayerful
Like a rabbit and a rattlesnake
Calculating the degree of acquaintance