04-14-2015, 12:18 PM
Why do we wait?
navigate shiny nicknacks that compass no future,
gnaw time through television shrines with
temporary faces in vogue a decade
(ere retirement for next) in
perpetual social myopia. I remember
Julian the Apostate had a beard when it wasn't O.K,
and didn't care but he was Emperor.
Why don't I call my mother, tell her I love her?
Why didn't I tell my father?
Why don't I write that novel? (Hemingway wrote his at 26).
My arms, like Atlas, quiver
while I ponder perfect
sentences.
Meanwhile my blood shambles
through skin tunnels,
my wrinkles pool like treebark
while I aspire to be verdigris.
navigate shiny nicknacks that compass no future,
gnaw time through television shrines with
temporary faces in vogue a decade
(ere retirement for next) in
perpetual social myopia. I remember
Julian the Apostate had a beard when it wasn't O.K,
and didn't care but he was Emperor.
Why don't I call my mother, tell her I love her?
Why didn't I tell my father?
Why don't I write that novel? (Hemingway wrote his at 26).
My arms, like Atlas, quiver
while I ponder perfect
sentences.
Meanwhile my blood shambles
through skin tunnels,
my wrinkles pool like treebark
while I aspire to be verdigris.