Every now and then,
surprisingly, about as many times
as my favorite moth stops by,
(yes, I have favorites, Frankie is his name
well, I guess they're all called Frankie
but I'll never let him find out)
I hate it, for sometimes it's days
that I've been calling him?
and, please pardon my gender assumption,
I suppose it comes with the territory,
but, I get this icky Soylent Green
kind of feeling,
as if, I'll be eating Amazon Wafers soon,
and wondering whatever happened to
my copy of "Darkness At Noon".