Jim Yoshii Pile-up Se Corner
The street sounds different with the rain like your voice
changes tone when you complain.
Like the car ahead will blur and swim and my thoughts are
always somewhere else.
And I’m washed away in it as I wash my hands of it.
I give up. I’ll sleep on the floor tonight. I give up.
Somebody’s got to say something.
Somebody’s got to say something.
