I HEAR THE SOUND OF LAUGHING LISTS


I hear the sound of laughing lists
Things to do last year
I’ll change my ways, A dozen eggs, A dozen books, A dozen friends
A dozen things I didn’t do
I didn’t done my things

From hand to glove there’s things to give
And lists of things and lists of gloves
Lists of books I thought to read. I thought to write while on the street
A book of lists is on my list
I didn’t done a thing

There’s people who I meant to kiss from the bottom of my dusty list
A creepy slope was skipped and missed
A lengthy lust was never kissed
My list of dust was swept away and floated in the mist

Lately, hyperventilating like a see-saw rising in a whole tone scaled down sandstorm, chipping at the river ‘til the shoreline swivels like a see-saw rising

I hear the sound of laughing lists
Things to do last year
I never heard my things to hear.
I didn’t saw I didn’t grew
I never went I wasn’t there
I never wore my things to wear

Things to did – I didn’t do
I didn’t done my things to did
I didn’t done my things to did
I didn’t done my things