I won't ever get used to this
A blank spot
temptations
do resist.
The other shoe will drop
just an aftershock
Nice hat; you look like a referee
Nice watch; but why are you timing me?
Its spring has come unwound
I was not out of bounds
This is not out
I drew that line
when I was handed free time.
Bells clang
I guess it's a holiday
Did that rhyme?
Shit! I'm a poet now.
So give me stuff for free
and if I do somehow
into the soft whites
of beautiful lies
stare down
stare
I don't apologize
I've never been the kind
to close an open mind
so leave behind all that extra free time.