You asked me to come upstairs
Only to make me take a seat in a chair
As I walked through the door
You’re already done with the discussion
I sit down, pen in hand
Ready to catch any lingering thoughts
You come up with more theories
Than a physicist has pages to jot notes
I'm panicking with caution; almost despair
'Cause I can't seem to find enough spare change
To donate to your cause
Nor do I have the time to wait around until you find the time to spare
So, I wait, and rest upon these thoughts
Of songs about airplanes and the reptiles of the world that are around
But now I have leave and go up town
I just thought you should know how I felt about this afternoon
2 comments:
Jeff, I really like how you've explored the metaphysical aspects of this moment in time you've captured in written word...very Kafka-esque. Maybe delve into the magical realism a little more. I really think you're onto something here. Richly quambom peii.
p.s. wink, wink.
P.P.S.
Why are there snakes on this plane?
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