Selected prospects of compositions
words unbecoming for composing
all caught up at the threshold of conscious
dissipates at consciousness and vanishes from existence.
I can't wait
I can't hold back the yarn of boredom.
I become indecisive and antsy
nauseated at my predicament.
I would vomit but there's no substance to expel
no substance to extract and soothe this displeasure of incontinentment.
Instead I wait it out
learn to adapt to my environment.
A characteristic my people know all to well, all to good.
Adapt and deal, pray for better and settle for less
and in the meantime
So I'm a be patient until 5:00 and then I'm out
ghost, gone, Audi5000.
Whatever terminology my presence will be missing and in action
not missing in action because there's no action now
but I predict much action once I leave.
Action that I create
Action that I initiate and participate in.
The bonafide antidote for boredom and misplacement
incontinentment and maybe some resentment.
The act to Being..... Living...... Existing....