Waiting

Waiting

Wanting

Haunting

I’m trying to breathe.

Looking for the horizon in my cube.

I am calm, calm I am

I will not eat green eggs and ham

That was St. Patrick’s Day

Now its almost Easter

I wish Christ would hurry up and get resurrected already

I’m like a Brooklyn cabbie waiting in a jam

Churned, agitated, cranky, distracted

Here but not here

Living in anticipation of the next moment

Wasting time like Pamala Vorhees

Time hanging there horrified and horrifing

Gore dripping out from the axe wound in time’s head

Some sort of vendetta against all the time at Crystal Lake

I want to return to the old days when I trusted everything would be OK

Playing happily in the lake

Except I can’t swim

Maybe because I am retarded

Why did my mom think it was a good idea to send me to camp in the first place?

Maybe she was sick and tired

Fed up with me

Why then act so mad and surprised when I drowned?

Blame yourself mom

Stop killing time like its their fault

Stop killing time like its their own fault