Still Lives

Still lives hasten the dull night
The tube blinks in Technicolor
With a life unknown to those who
Sit beside the coffee table
Waiting for a ship to come in
 
Claims of he and I
Who go way back when
But they’re just busy these days
That’s why they haven’t called
I’ll introduce you when they do
 
The tube continues to blare
As dusk sets in the only
Thing that shifts is the air
And time
The forks and plates rise
 
The phone rings
But the still life cannot tear
Itself away from the dream
Fantasies of where he will be someday
Rooted to the loveseat
As the night closes in