we don’t know how to be normal people but we can dream
we would do things like
watch popular television shows
walk our precious little dogs in city parks
and ride condominium elevators like they’re merry-go-rounds
we’d tmeet for takeaway lattes and master plan away
the true form of our wishes and dreams
into a permanent state of obscurity
we would talk about tax season
gym memberships
finnish linen sheets
your boss
my boss
shitty things we saw on the news
which we’d forget about by the morrow
when we clock out at five and meet at a bar
in a neighbourhood brimming
with strollers and cellars
full of rare cheeses fine teas vintage wines
and we wouldn’t think twice about
where all the poles have gone
or ordering another round
or tipping thirty percent
or being hungover on the saturday morning shift
or choosing between no name or nothing
alone in aisle nine on a monday afternoon
or what’ll happen if god forbid we make it to sixty five
or who’s left and leaving us behind
because we could be perfectly normal
all we gotta do is
rip those hands off the clock
and would you look at that!
we’re just on time