while I drone on at length
of futures dancing through air
like eternal tapeworms
dried and cracked
clinching (and looking back)
at the clock on the wall.
“Stop. Ok man, please stop.” Terry says.
“Look I wasn’t trying to kill her, I promise.”
Ignoring him, I pull out the huge carrot
and hand it to a girl in the front row
“Please don’t kill me…” she whispers.
my belt buckle
and look at the clock on the wall.