A new name for everything

When the bus shelter windows and napkin-dispensers surprise with distorted reflections, it's never the someone you're hoping to recognize. When the rent is too high living here between reasons to live and you can't sleep alone and your memories groan and the borders of night start to give. When you can't save cash or conviction you're broke and you're breaking - a tired shoelace or a wave. So long past, past-due. A new name for everything. When the one-ways collude with the map that you've folded wrong and the route you've abandoned is always the path you probably should be upon. When the bottle-cap ashtrays and intimate's ears are all full with results of your breaks and the threads of your fear are unfurled with the tiniest pull. One more time, try. Stand with your hands in your pockets and stare at the smudge of a newspaper sky and
ask it to rain a new name for
everything. Fire every phrase. They don't want to
work for us anymore. Dot or
Dash our days. Make your face
the flag of a semaphore. All you won't show. The boxes you
brought here and never
unpacked are still patiently waiting to go. So put on
those clothes you never grew into and smile like you mean it for once. If you come back, bring a new name for everything.