they need fun so much fun
entertainment excitement distraction
to drive away the inner void
for the present
hurts so much
what's one to do
there's nothing to do
in this vast emptiness
the TV flickers
day in day out –
silent light
in empty eyes
street noise drones wordlessly
no word sticks
just sounds
that don't fill the silence
I'd like to be home
somewhere sometime somehow
outside a stiff breeze
scratches over the new roof sheeting
sparrow pecks in vain
grain in the asphalt
coffee machine gurgles militant
coffee time far too often
the clock ticks and ticks
it's ten past nothing now
and the mirror
it lies back
nothing but gray patches
where a face should be