i had it.

a perfect poem.

but there was life.

there was the job
the errands
the cleaning up
the business of
going on
and on

and by the time
i got around
to it

everything evaporated.

can’t even remember
the keyword.

god and virgin
why cover up
the essential
with so much crap?

i know there’s
always more
hiding
inside my bones.

but i wanted that
one.

and i resent it
so badly
i could murder.
but who?

so i sit here
take another drag
let the smoke out
and write this
for you.

don’t wait.
grab it

when it comes.