waiting for you to take care of things

makes me half-cocked crazy

waiting for your decision

makes me want to take a sledge-hammer to it all

waiting for you to erode your way into the damn answer

may just cause me to tweeze every strand of hair from my head leaving it all in a pile before my tapping toes

you give me less time than you own

then torture me with delays

not now

or now

or now

you give me a million ideas 

then — tell me to hold the thought —

one more minute

one more and

one more

you hand me tasks

i jump in tearing them up and

you

take a nap, and

sleep all day

you give me thoughts

so i can have a companion in the agony

you give me twitchy needs so

i

can

lose

sleep

you toad

keeping me up all day and night with your singing

your song of what’s to come