The day is ruined, pretty sure
Got up late surrendered to the sloth
It’s Monday and the fence cut off my cure
Nothing left for me to do but shake it off.
Like these calloused flakes of skin
Left dead beside me, a broken quilt of picture
Ladies talked and sewed, I’m sad I let them in
Still I trimmed these nails and did not think of scripture
Watching from the other side, the dirty one
The one that hides beneath to mock
All we try in vain it cannot be undone
The light is gone, the time is late, blind I hear the clock.