tuesday sirens

cut to the chase:
we're somewhere between
the kitchen and almost there,
mopping the floor with our hair.
oh, who can hear the tuesday sirens?

cribbage given up,
we take our drinks stiff outside.
something white you drop into the snow
just to see me bend

cut to the chase:
we're somewhere between
the kitchen and almost there,
mopping the floor with our hair.
oh, who can hear the tuesday sirens?

was it not always thus:
plans in pencil then erasing us
just to write it on the wall again?
come hither
come hither
come hither
come here

scrimmage played all out,
we take our wins crabwise.
something green you toss into the bottom
just to take it farther

cut to the chase:
we're somewhere between
the kitchen and almost there,
mopping the floor with our hair.
oh, who can hear the tuesday sirens?

o-oh, o-oh, o-oh