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30th june 2029 10:05 am

Ravi has an existential breakfast. Shanti is in the living room pretending to read “to the lighthouse”. Shanti dozes off. Ravi makes his own coffee.

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Breakfast sure means a lot to me.
It’s the last time of the day, I’ll feel good about what's in front of me.

There’s not a lot to know,
not a lot to say.
Not a lot to do.
Just shoot one in the shower and let time bombs tick-tick away.

And sure I get my way, almost always.
As long as it sways to the swinging tune,
and the thumping boom,
of the divide and rule,
masters of commerce and the universe too,
that syndicate all your opinions for you.
Oh clown prince and lapdog party,
I salute you.

‘Cos you've taken your cut, and allowed me my little patch of heaven.
But this state endorsed ideal life ain't all that forgiving.

‘Cos ordinary living,
ain't hard to do.
But ordinary living, is sure hard on you.

And I’ll have a coffee at 4, and I'll deconstruct the drapes.
As you pull new rabbits out of the middle distance,
and pickle them to fill the space.
Surely, I should covet the neighbour's wife, and I would.
But she's a smelly Gujarati with a Pomeranian and a lisp.

So I’ve spent another turn.
Your degree in psychology, was spent as it was earned oh.
And I still want to eat your pretty face,
but baby, something's changed.
There’s a trail of dribble, down the corner of your mouth,
and I know now, there ain't nothing more to talk about.

'Cos ordinary living ain't hard to do.
Yeah ordinary living, just like you wanted when you were 22.
And ordinary living, is as good as it gets for the likes of me and you.
And ordinary living. Is all that's left to do.

I can hear you laughing,
from all of those many years ago.
But this used muse, cracked pigeon shit statue ruse
is scaring me. Ain’t it scaring you? huh?

I don't wanna be so close to something,
just to have it shrivel up in the palm of my hand.

And poor old Virginia Woolf, hangs upside down, bemused by the view.
‘Cos all the secret smiles,
that dance behind your eyes,
have finally
rescued you from it all.

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from More Songs from an Island, released September 18, 2015
Drums- Prabhu Muralee

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Adam & the fish eyed poets Chennai, India

Adam & the fish eyed poets is the recording project of chennai based singer/songwriter Kishore Krishna

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