You listen to me, you,
you monster,
now, I've got to write you;
so why don't you go ahead
and get written already?

I'm not fooling around with you--
you understand me?
I've made promises, now.
I've told people,
people I trust,
people that trust ME,
that I'm writing you.

"Oh, it's coming along," I say,
but it's been a long time coming,
you ingrate, you sloth.

Get on paper this instant!
Get in digital pixelated form
before my eyes, and let the mind
inside the machine count your words,
tell me when you're long enough,
as if that was any way I could tell.

I admit I've neglected you,
but now I've got business on my mind.
You're supposed to be a part of this--you see?
Don't you understand what this means?

There's something that needs to be said,
and if we, if you and I, don't say it
and it never gets said,
then there might come a time
that it won't have mattered, anymore,
whether we said it or not.
So, please,
for the sake of what we need to say
could we get down to business
and say it already?

05/18/2008

Posted on 05/18/2008
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