You know me
I have an incredible sense of urgency
The type that lets me enjoy nothing
And anticipate everything
The kind takes perverse pleasure in peeling open the blossom
Long before it’s willing
The urge for the next
Is so strong
That if you held my hand
And I decided I must be on
I might gladly gnaw my arm off at the shoulder to steal away
There’s a discipline in the ripening of a thing
That is foreign to me
The little prince waits each day as the fox draws nearer
I’m the guy who ran him off
You were supposed to be here
A half hour ago
To take me to dinner
I repainted my nails
Smoked two cigarettes
And wrote a poem
I thought about
Spitefully running out the back door
And heading to the grocery to buy milk
Or maybe to get a short run in
Or anything that is more productive than this
But instead, I sit and watch clouds go by from the second story window
Pretend I am on a massive ship
At sea alone
Just enjoying the sound of the water
Lapping the hull planking
Or perhaps I invent an emergency there, too
