Waste of time
Your stories are too long
I don’t have time to hear them
Don’t you know my days are numbered?
Your stories have too many unfinished
sentences crashing into each other until
they reach their unrevealing conclusions.
I can imagine perhaps your longing
to communicate in a flow of sounds whatever
is passing through your mind at the very instant
it is passing, so is time.
Your stories make clear you are eternal
This bothers me
My days are numbered