Tao of the Creative Class

Split second thoughts between a
tiredness and unexpected calls,
collegial banter on the stairway, dark
laundry and an overdue affection,

Between spam and mail, tea, rain, and
online porn. Now I leave, now return,
pick up the tousled threads anew
then, then again, and weave them whole.

Then: play my cards nervously, mind on other
important matters, like who is to blame
and for what. Play my cards, mind you,
to no avail, to fullest satisfaction,
amongst the split of seconds and the
pains of love.