“KILLING TIME”

Sitting at this lifeless keyboard like the ravenous woodpecker,
tapping eager fingers— hunting the inescapable grub;
Or just trying to hollow out a home, large enough to fit my thick
body.
I am just killing time like every other pecker sitting erect, wide awake,
half past midnight— while the wiser birds rest on nests woven of good
luck.

narrative poem written on 01-02-2011 by: on mattkane.com
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