Last Request

I run to you with drenched pockets

Flipped out over the street like faucets unhinged blabbering 

Buckets of munched up nonsense

Crinkled like derailed train cars in an accordion of information

Gasping to extol upon your doorstep as if

Edison and Bell had never conjectured a time frame for conversing

From any greater distance, I ran from Negril to Seattle to say

Change your mind and find my exasperation trepidation

Of all you are leaving behind to seep back in your conclusions

Like water sliding across the top of a glacier slipping in and melting that

Which always-would-be like solid granite melting in panic

That what-if what-was, was not what you thought

Counteracted in raw decision making absent the logic and needs

That spent you to say you were leaving could some how reverse

And bring us back to something in-tacked