Twice-Weekly Trap

Here it goes again
A darkening door
And some lamps that don't fit
A beige empty floor
Plastic chair morning
A fluorescent glare
And the click of your heels
Outside on the stairs

So I tap, tap, tap just
To keep myself sane
As I stare out the window
And think don't think your name
Smiling twice-weekly trap
Black eyes don't see
And you're smiling right back
As you tear at me

Then I move to my desk
And stare down at the mess
While your bright echo hounds
Me to confess
Obsession, no lesson
No nothing I've learned
That there's nothing but day
To night underkill burn

So you harness your plow
Without slowing down
Frantic search through the wreckage
Of improper nouns
Lost too late, dirty slate filled
With those challenged cries
For my twice-weekly trap
Whenever you walk on by



Credits
Writer(s): The Homes
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