no. 1

I will find anything to do but this.
Scratch my head, lift more coffee to my lips,
Rub my nose, consider my fingernails
Clicking the keys that attend the abyss.

I will stare at an empty inbox,
Switch tabs and let my eyes wander across
An infinite pasture of perishing
Words. I deliver my eggs to the fox.

I fall for the first girl to alight a
Stage and booze on her lengthening shadow,
A moribund drunk in the soundless gloom.
I wander aimless and dumb though the night
Rather than sit in the still to measure out moonlight.