Crazy

Crazy
wow. I wanted you to be here with me, watching words swim and colors mesh into each other
I can't decide if I want food or sleep or you
And from somewhere that just came
None of this seems poetic
Listless again, or does that give too much away?
And for the first time I'm feeling the keys beneath my fingers
Why do I always want things to get over?
Why do I not ponder them and savor them
Now-and it's gone

If I don't write these things down they will be erased by tomorrow
Nov. 2000