The same place twice

 

a short life such as this is fre

quented by bugs and leaves

this is a

a sweet little life

one on the wrong side

of the tracks from strife

where wildlife is

fixed

where the wild life

is a fix

of a strange light

bright but gray like today’s

bright but gray like Today is

how’s it fair

how’s it fair

weather only

holds me together

I don’t know these streets

I don’t know these streets

I always see this park

I always see this park

I don’t know this part

of me

is there love

a love

that is

unhuman

that’s what we’ll have some of