Public Acts

My thoughts are shaped like corkscrews and they keep me in my bed till noon

I guess it's not so bad when you put it that way

I'm a pacifist who hates pacifiers

Billow smoke from butane fires

Now it's getting late so I should think about dinner

I swear I tried but found too many dishes in the sink

Now it's far too late to clean them so I guess for dinner I'll just go to sleep

My ties are loose cause I act reclusive

I could feel less bored and seem less useless

That would mean a trip outside and I'm Salinger

I'd rather sit here waxing about authenticity than find myself in public