Nothing New Here, Really

Nothing New Here, Really   I’m still buying oatmeal. I’m still enraptured by white legs And short skirts, and I’m still Short on cash.   Except my window is open and lilacs are in bloom. I’m drinking Less. Much less. And yesterday I saw two Children carrying balloons.   I’m still haunted before I go to bed. I still wake up happy. Except you’re violent and lilac violet now, Saying you're ...