I stand in my kitchen quiet and very still
There's this old electic clock and it's little motor is
the only sound in the apartment
Time is being kept and

I notice it's tomorrow now
and today later

I'll go to see a therapist
I'll tell her about the failure

that is my life and of course
she will sympathize professionally


I'll pay the lowest rate allowed on the sliding scale
losers get a discount

later I'll be standing alone
again drunk in my kitchen
the little clock still making noise
my wallet thirty dollars lighter
the windows dark.