to be

neither the song nor the drink
the page with fake-happy promises

the list grows, all undone
I don’t ever intend
to do
understanding, you know,
the brevity of
this form
flash and death
carpe whatever

the faucet
in the bathtub
with its steady
drip, drip, drip
reminding me
all these seconds
flying by
and the page is still blank
the bed unmade
dinner uncooked
moments unseized, as it were

water droplets form and
coalesce on the outside
of the bottle

no more until
that passion and spark

no spark

until the boredom of me
subsides

if I could feel time rush by
I would crawl and fight my way
past this indifference
masked as fatigue