over goddamned expense reports
I fill them out with red ink
and I pray to God it doesn't matter
All the travel turned up loud
The concrete sings, I'll be made proud
And I am falling asleep, or in love
I've been walking circles
why they're not supposed to live
I call up my ex -girlfriends just to
hear if they have breath left
I used to think they'd disappear
I've been trading darlings
with Denise at Central Casting
She is proud of her deceit
and I am claiming not to notice
under cheshire grins of mongols
Who are teasing out the denouement
just to see if someone will notice
And somehow puzz ling the merits
Of the tolietries' best votives
If there's still a room in your apartment
Pull the shades and clean the carpet
I'll be back by New Year's Eve
