October 4, 2002

Unexpected this day comes

Eating up the morning

Getting to the best part
before I even know it

Melting through rain
and burning through my so-called better judgement

Insisting this way
at least you've got something to do

So I go out on a limb
and here I am twiddling my
ever-twiddling thumbs again
and again and again and again

Uninvited this soul goes
opening the front door

Getting to the punch line
a second later than I might

Throwing all caution
and heaving these bricks

Straining my back
with the worry of empty-handedness

So here I lay me down