The Open Matt Project

Limp Wristed Wrangling

Endlessly pondering my position, I reach
I reach out and with screaming effort try
Try to touch something else, otherwise me
Before the chime sounds and the time is up
There is no me, there is no us, there isn't
And silence rings my bell for a visit
Unannounced we tea with grim intent
Overwhelming me with me and me and me
Only an ear for the door, listening for you
To interrupt and relieve the monotony of
A chamber of intimate design fitted solely
For me