Soli

Clocking out

At five pm don't get out

Off the mood filter

Evening come again

When it dark before supper

And the rain falls on her

Happy for no reason

At the kitchen table one phone call

Hello hello pick up your compass on their side

And wind and some storm up to cheap and with bag of pai

Time take her all on till chores

To be hard

Look around

There are does passing side gone

Look around the station wagon covered in weirdo clay

In the packing spot

I gat to a circling downing