Afternoons and Coffeespoons
What is it that make me just a little be queasy?
Theres a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
Ive had my lungs checked out with X rays
Ive smelled the hospital hallways
Someday Ill have a disappearing hairline
Someday Ill wear pyjamas in the daytime
Times when the day is like a play be Sartre
When it seems a bookburnings in perfect order-
I gave the doctor my description
Ive tried to stick to my persciptions
Someday Ill have a disappearing hairline
Someday Ill wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot
Maybe if I couls do a play-by-playback
I could change the test results that I will get back
Ive watched the summer evenings pass by
Ive heard the rattle in my bronchi.. .