little lost causes

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

sink your pits in

you're new
and the sun is shining.

i have lots of stinky wonder
and wishing to contend with.

i am not a paul or pat person,
i am a home-heating device
and a lot like coffee in the morning.

could i force you to have
a conversation with me
about something i'm not familiar with
so i can pin myself down
and you can punch me?

that's how it normally plays out.

maybe we shouldn't talk much
anymore but these perky cups of coffee
make sitting still tough.

how can a person make a proper decision
hopped up on coffee and slugs?