Wednesday, March 10, 2010
ATTWD
right now, I’m doing like
eight things at once – but really I’m
just writing a poem which is always
like doing three things at once
if the poem is any good. If you’re
reading this at 6am on a weekday
I’m probably doing ffffour things
at once – if you’re reading this
at 2am on a Saturday
I’m circling the high-rises
of your shoulders & you’re
fogging the highest window
*
what are you doing? Get over here
at once! I need some help meditating.
Bring some Beam & a pizza
bring all the games you usually bring
to make these breathing exercises easier
*
the best part of the 21st century, I can already tell,
was when the internet started making sense –
& then all of a sudden
it stopped making sense. You pop up
& disappear – wait & wait for the
opportunity. Fingers become batteries
in the mouth. Lick the window
& your reflection licks back
*
email while coffee while remembering
I forgot to while readjusting while face
lotion while facebook & tracking numbers
while voicemail while cute kittens &
cute cheeks & somehow you liked that
more than I thought you would while
half dream & alert reminder & stat counter
while just now realizing those new Old Spice
ads might be working on me
*
hurry!
*
I will spoon out my eyes, let them
dangle like Tabasco yoyos – I will free my teeth
with a smashed pint glass unless you
hurry up
& get to the point
because I have so much to do before my body
fails me & I will only be able to do one thing
at once
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1 comment:
Love the ending. And the rest.
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