idle time

i idle like an engine purring gently with park in gear

i idle with the supine laze of a lioness gorged on fragile flesh

i idle like a cannonball grating metallic at the back of the throat

of a cannon aimed straight at your mother's broadside

i idle simply because i can

i idle the way tornadoes are begot in the electric silence

on a sweltering Kansas afternoon

i idle like the last two seconds before tomorrow rushes in

all mysterious and shit

such a lie. i simply am idle.