Anyway, I am waiting for life to happen,
see?

Or, well, maybe I'm more like
hiding...
so it
doesn't
kick me in the
ass, Again!

Yeah, okay
sounds like
'woe is me'
well, it is--
to an extent-- see?

Just so tired of the
the...
the Interruptions
all those
Interruptions!
inner eruptions,
misconstructions
misplaced microbes
(lost instructions?)
running amok.

(God, Make them stop!)

They are
taking and taking
and making, Oh, making a...
a mockery? 

A mockery!
of
what
was/IS
'supposed' to be...
a
Life...
 Life ?

I never asked for any of this, and I,
I ask, yes, Why?

Why Me!?

probably because I'm still here, see--
as someone else might, well, might not
be?

God, I
don't know!
You tell me!

shaking my head, along with the rest,
no, I don't understand, and so,
I have to wonder, no?/yes?

You see, I really never
did know
how
to 'do life'
(don't know now, even with all those lessons)

Still,
all in all
wasn't so bad!

until after
the
leaves of Autumn
died
too early one year.

Then, oh, I only half-woke
and had to learn to
poke
and so I did,
I poked!

Somehow, poked and
... and then, Oh, not again,
no, not Again!
Come On!

born, lived
lived, tried
tried, tried!

then...
semi-died?
only
to be
re- re-born?

Oh, yes, I guess, Again!

And I wonder why
always these, these
lacunae when
things are (or seem to be)
well, moving along,
going, going ...

Okay,
right!
Oh, now... I am going!
'See you later'!

Really? Oh!

'I'm late
I'm late
for a very
important'
... fate!?

Perhaps.

I...
I am Galatea
and my
Pygmalion
is long gone
and
probably
not
coming back...

I sigh
upon occasion
with that last
breath
of life,
hoping.