i'm closing the curtains of the 3 sullen windows in this red sad livingroom
the sad dread sleepy broom
dragging across dustless shiny floorboard doom
alone and alone and alone again they cry
she's tired and too wired to accept the optimistic gloom or to again ask why

her cup runneth over
wetting everythign during slumber
she sits and stares and stares and sits
all day in sunshine whcih goes away in whiles

fold it up and pull it again
wrap it up and stick it again

where is this end...
they scream about?