Sunday Kid
Josef Theurl
He doesn’t like gold
with its high density
it’s too heavy to haul
back home.
And he doesn’t like beds
that are soft as he lays
with his head in her hands
and below.
And he can’t believe he is sane
for no sorrow has yet
had the power to drastically
change his prospects
on nothing at all and anything yet.
Oh, you Sunday kid
and forever a Sunday kid.
