Too Short
You set up your
Lifeline
No matter how perfect
It's too short to
Die your hair green
Gossip all day
Run over pedestrians.
I want to lie with you
In the hammock
That bridges the gap
In our psyches,
And there might be time for that.
I want to coddle the child
As he plays Sega
As if he really knows
What it means-
And there might be time for that.
I want to watch your smile,
Buy presents for all,
Get drunk off chocolate milk,
Run through lawn sprinklers-
And just
Quietly love your eyes;
And there had better be
Time for that.
1998
