Sex & Therapy & Sex

Sex & Therapy & Sex

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Waiting

Waiting

Time
Only time
Endless time
With nothing to fill it

Think
Of nothing
Punctuated
By nothing times nothing

The air is thick
With dropouts of thin
And i'm just not sure
What to do with my hands

Perhaps write a formless poem
To complain about the time
I just can't escape

Time

All I Ever Wanted

All I Ever Wanted . . .

Our paths crossed again today
That keychain and mine
You know the one, overcrowded
With keys to the passed doorways
I can't do anything with it
So ....

I baby oil my bath water
Play the bobsled bop
Let the water fly

Adobe Acrobat slowed my computer
To a crawl, a prisoner to its demands
Ignore and I'll just see it repeatedly
I can't do anything with it
So ....

I slip my feet out of my shoes
Squish the mud between my toes
Paint my white feet brown

A drought in the Bible belt
A shooting at Capitol Mall
And you're out spouting politics
As if you can control it at all
I can't do anything with it
So ....

I hit the gas when my car
Crests the top of a hill
Raise my hands up high.