I'm Never Bored

My weekdaysSo busy its my scheduleWell giving in my apartments just as fullThose ceilings and white unforgiving wallsAnd now that's rigid than the days lined on my calendarAs subways trains they rollme home late its hard to keep proper intervals of sleepI like it thouMy weekendsI travel as I visit friendsSometimes I go out sometimes I stay inIts too late to change my selfIts only in the humorIn a story I recallI mimic with my arms as IExaggerate a jokeOh where I goIts only in this dramaIn a story I recallI mimic with my arms as IExaggerate the plotI go toUnhook the vcrCable andThe bath of massive tangled grey & blackAnd turn across to somewhere in the backI'm leaning over down behind the TV stand a radiated pauseA hissing line and stranded asSpits among the dustI give up