10 January 2012

Reading my "Not Enough Distractions: A poem for RB"

This poem in all its rawness is for you, Ron.

there aren’t enough distractions
for RB

not the monotony of chewing
nor the sharpness of fasting
sitcoms really aren’t funny
and there are too many voices
too much canned laughter
anyway, their timing is all off
i can pet the dog
or yell for him to get away
i don’t need comfort or solace
not when there is a god to curse
because everyone says he pulled your card
and your number was drawn
but who the fuck signed up for this draft anyway?
there aren’t enough distractions
not for me nor for a god