Photography by Chanel Irvine
sometimes
i
waste — my time;
viciously,
craving
seductive.
i let it overflow across my lap
knock at the door
without answer,
ring out.
until i have found
whatever
i didn’t consciously need to
know.
what i could have
gone without;
more important objectives should have
stood in my way.
but they — them — it
all
with their necessary knowledge
and
helpful criticisms
didn’t give me
back time
and time
— it is all, only mine.
to let spoil, drunken rotten.
mine to abuse.