i spent it, every second,
every minute that you gave me
to grow up, i spent it spinning out
going crazy, i spent it
every nickel you gave me
got dropped, flipped, popped
and traded into gum-balls
they’ll fill up my mouth
they trickle out… their little compartment,
they’ll jumble jangle and taste like parchment
and on my paper wafers i munch and munch
without pages some days i swallow poems for lunch
i spent it, every second,
every minute that i had to myself
i spent it, wondering
waiting to start editing
start stopping stopping myself
i spent it, all my alone time
writing i’m writing something sad
and i’m spending it, this second
scribbling this is in a sketch pad