zen out

by mtmynd

Posted to Poetry on 2001-08-08 18:05:00

Parent message is 28532
what am i gonna do
when the time comes
creeping over me

pull that blanket
up over my head
and hide from it all?

or shuck that time
like corn off the cob
and fry it up
with chilies grown red
and wash that meal
right down with drink

to favor my self as
now like never before.