what do you have to do with it?


A stack of empty pages
&
A pile of
White canvasses
&
The 
Phone rings .. 

'HELLO,'
I ask.

'YEA, HEY .. WE'RE GOING TO GRAB SOME DRINKS AT THIS PLACE DOWN THE ROAD. YOU IN?'

'LOOK MAN .. IF WILLFUL COMMENTARY OR ERRATIC HAND DOESN'T TAKE PLACE SOON .. YOU WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR NEXT DRINK.'

'YEA .. WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU MEAN?'
they ask.

'I MEAN THAT I HAVE A DRINK FOR FREE IN FRONT OF ME AND IF I DON'T TO WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE, YOU WILL KNOW ABOUT IT.'
I say.

As the conversation dwindles to an end,
I laugh into the cold breeze coughing through the window
& sneeze into the raise,
I realize that
I may have to call into work tomorrow
&
that
those pages
& canvasses
Will be filled

Soon .. 

If my hands
Have
Anything to do
With it ..