bits and pieces of me all over the place
like half empty boxes spread everywhere
while the removal man quietly drinks his coffee
and contemplates a quick whacking off
before the cleaning lady arrives
while the drunkard fixes himself a sandwich
muttering to himself strange words
in a dead man’s language
and the grave digger smiles with his missing tooth
to a fourteen years old
hissing his filth towards her
and i get so bored being all of them
i mean, i get so bored waiting in here
anxious to hear the shovel
piling some dirt in between us;
starting to do its damn work