Socks in the Corner Poem
My brain is tiredthe left side
in the front
the part that thinks
it's in charge.
I drink the bottled water and try to
make the other side say that it is there
that I don't have to add things up
that the socks in the corner will be
fine for now
that it all didn't matter anyway
but the socks in the corner
need washing
and they lie there staring at me
like dishes
david michael jackson
