Crunch Time

Crunch time,
Squeeze time,
Got to feel my way around this garden of earthly delight,
Lunch in the vestibule
Beautifying in Marie’s parlor
Swimming by the bog,
Writing up a log,
On the hours spent,
Drying grandpa’s trousers.
So much to do
So little time
What was I doing last week?
That so ungraciously swallowed up this poet’s time?

Ate crickets
Danced too hard
Smoked royal poison
Carved up a real gangster with my right hand.

Now there’s time though.

Oh, Imma make it happen.

Crunch time 2009.