watching for flashes of fantastic action
cobble together a reason to live
bail out the second I start feeling traction
“any” is more than I’m ready to give
stack of blank papers the height of my thrift
Tag: action
poem: no protections
no protections
infections assessed like confections
connections reset when I’m pissed
reflecting on this
action not passing
the buck
I am fucked
so please accept
these corrections
poem: action’s shattered
action’s shattered
by way of attraction
to fast, flashy graphics
and paddling women
but after this, bam,
it’s back to the grindstone
and I’ll have forgot what it’s worth
poem: perfect environment for improvement
perfect environment for improvement
(‘s what I meant)
distraction in action
it’s all too good
the wild array of variety
so much sharper than I could ever do
(be, make, &c.)
half-hurried actions
slashes and patches and half-hurried actions
spades and stop-slow signs
like staves in patricians’
hands
struggle to work and
to sip tea and laugh and
traffic slowed
sounds of action drift in to me
break the silent gurgling
(of my stomach and)
the traffic outside
still more people walking in the road
(the end is nigh)
the traffic slowed
