tom taylor

under floor

i found your details under the floor late this morning
old speeches, clothes, remains of a life lived on the run
there was a nostalgia and a uselessness to these things
i still keep hitting the wrong keys all the time but why

the local guy who fixes the water is down the road with
his pump going on loudly, but I found some old bottles
to make my beverage. hot chocolate this morning again
it’s these temporary obstructions keep popping up from

time to time in the middle of the night the tv goes digital
leaves me confused and helpless watching the same stuff
with no sound on while the hours pass on into nothingness
and the days go by again with no particular goal or density