leave it to the last minute

A Poem by Alvah Goldbook

something is at stake, here, to even imagine for a second
it won't even make it on TV, that,
you can't Tivo it, or view it, or, do i dare say,
control it with a remote! Oh GOD, oh no no!
least a novel, at least a indie film, that nobody will watch,
or critique, and if it won't be a Mozilla bookmark i might as
well blow my brains out, or gnash my teeth to nub
or if not all this, a post-it note that lost it's glue
a drunk tattoo
middle school poem
a drinking-game
luggage tag

and to think, for a millisecond that. after all this,
after all the spiders i swallowed, that
i won't be famous
goshhhh i'm gonna scare my kids to it
but then they'll end up lawyers