stay on schedule stay
the test tells me its secrets
waiting gives you time to peek through the mail slot
stray me along if you can’t sing your own song
stay on a string, merge the words from your wire
I tell you some of what I know
the house in December was a good place
to find sparrows trapped in the attic
of all the homely people in the room,
your voice was the loudest
well and it takes you away, away
stay on top of the calendar
business by batch number, but booziness afterward
the content on my plate could fill a room
could fill a house full of sparrows
the text is full of secrets
her blue sweater was on a mini-vacation
in the meeting room full of meeting people,
her cold cross against black material
12/5/06
