I hide in borrowed time from now till noon.
A scheduled engagement won’t take place,
and I’ll renege about our meeting soon
but first I’ll dedicate some time to space.
An hour and a quarter I shall steal
to run a vacuum through my house and mind,
to wonder why the women don’t appeal
to me, and almost wish I were your kind…

I watched kinetic jigsaw when we walked
along Point Isabel; a lava flow
of pets and people marbled as we talked.
You sought my eyes directly then, I know,
but I attending fog horns only saw
the motley crowd, and Shelby’s muddy paw.