Bobby

Bobby sits and stares

At walls

At the spines of books

His hair slides into left eye

He moves it without thinking

The work is not done

And it never will be

He knows it

He does what he can

Says what he can

And is a signpost

Pointing the way

He slides in his suit coat

Puts his watch in his pocket

(he’s lost watches and sleeves)

And walks into the dark

towards his exit