
I’m working quickly
save time
to slow down
relax
I’m yelling
at the top
of my lungs
turn hoarse
have nothing
to say
I’m staying awake
all week
to lie
soundly a while
sleep in
I’m starving myself
a slow fast
to feast
and the day’s
not holy
And now I’m getting
real close
in order to keep you
at bay
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
