Gray Grass

My interpretation of Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass"

Given the strict time-keeping nature of

     clocks, I make sure my clocks

     are each set to separate minutes

     within five minutes of each other

That way the present is blurred into

     a five minute gap

Rather than the one hot second of now

This is important because if I really knew

     exactly what time it was

I would talk smack like a punk

     chewable bad a*s

I mean, a punctual bedazzler

Here are some examples of what I would say

In this high-flighing state

     of awareness:

"F**k you" to anyone who chooses

    to become shirtless in public

    at that point, you are just begging

    me to pull your public chest hair

And I would also say, "I love you more while on the phone."