The Corner

I am
Sat in the
same bar I
sat in three years
ago - only it's
not the same bar
only - the same
location
Nothing stay's the same
and I like to think
I find it sad
in this case
Although the stranglers
don't make it easy
I hear chatter
I exhale
And I finish
listening to the song.
It..
is like breaking surf
and
changing seasons
constellations
glowing on
the ceiling
of a childs room
while a monster
breathes
in the closet
like
a soft kiss
that
wasn't intended
to affect you
like
warm beer
as a savior
and beans
out the tin
while you sit
on a crate
and
the night forgets
you exist
It grows
and
it swells
and
It changes..