minúscula

walking ’round the room singing
stormy weather
at 57 mt. pleasant st.
now it’s the same room but everything’s different
you can fight the sleep but not the dream
things ain’t cooking in my kitchen
strange affliction wash over me
julius caesar and the roman empire
couldn’t conquer the blue sky
there’s a small boat made of china
going nowhere on the mantelpiece
do I lie like a loungeroom lizard
or do I sing like a bird released
everywhere you go you always take the weather with you