Regular Pleasures

When I walk down the street

Let each step that I take

Be the rote repetition of the route yesterday

With a monotonous cadence and a stultifying sameness

Liberate me, sedate me

Let the finest nuance of my day absolutely not resonate

In lieu of diamonds and mink

Why not think commonplace?

The shirt and shoes I wear tomorrow I wore today

With an alarm clock precision and an unassuming grace

Enlist me, conscript me

Fix the patterns in simple gray so I cannot differentiate

The same cup of coffee

The same dog, the same wife

Reliable revulsion for sticky situations in life

Mediocre aspirations, monochromatic and plain

Humdrum complications in the ordinary vein

Typical tragedies, nothing new nor distinct

Regular pleasures that won't disturb the routine

The trees are green in the summer

Red in the fall

I'd rather there be no variation at all

With a punctual procession of the doppelganger days

Blur me, obscure me

Let a lifetime tick away as I blissfully somnambulate

Take me for granted

As the honeymoon flags

Jointly wallow in a connubial nap

Drag me softly into existential ennui

Do not surprise me

Do not schedule a thing

If you really want me

And you feel this is love

Leave me completely

Stuck in my rut