My Residence
I’m out of typing paper
For months I didn’t wash my clothes
When I lie in my king-size bed
I keep seeing the laundry grow
I don’t enter the kitchen
A vague memory keeps me away
My piano grows dustlike every other surface
There’s nothing much to say - except
I’m stuck in this sad lonesome body
And this feeling just won’t go away
And this placethat I once called my residence
Surely falls into decay
I’ve been trying to turn off the TV
But I can’t bear the silence I hear
I bury myself in other people’s lives
And it’s not so healthy I fear
The phone has stopped ringing
And I wonder if it has been shut down
Most likely my friends have forgotten me
Or despise this self-pitying clown
I’m stuck in this sad lonesome bodyI’m watching myself fade away
And this placethat I once called my residence
Surely falls into decay