idle hands
by Ross Vassilev
I hear
the seconds
tick
from my watch
on the nightstand
as I lie in bed
doing
nothing at all.
doing nothing
is what I do best.
high school cheerleaders
are good
at sucking cock
and I’m good
at doing nothing.
sometimes
I talk
to the faces on the walls.
or I sit
by the window
and stare
at the parking lot.
sometimes I go
for a walk
and give the finger
to complete strangers.
so if you see
me
wandering the streets
lost and lonely
like some fucking zombie
be a good soul
and offer me
a goddam ride away from here.
I like the damn tone of your fucking poem Ross…:) good read…thanks