not right now

a triple scoop of he doesn't know

smothered with maybe tomorrow
and a side order of burned fries
in the pan around and see two down
three to go to work on what is
most important is being with yourself
is what he told her upon returning
from a week long trip
over his own feet as he sits in the backyard
listening to the sounds the trees make
as the leaves are allowed to grow freely
swinging from thought to thought
it included all taxes it excludes all other offers
to lend him a helping hand he needs
is his own and no other would be of any use
this to get to the next life
is truly what one makes of it
seems as though they do not know
that he hears their spring special supposed
to sweeten his day sour apple falls
at his feet keep moving
and he doesn't know he will not walk
two steps back aching from the mop
he pushes away all the unnecessary
seeing the parade of buses arriving
next to a ripped shirt as the rich
get richer land where they bury the corpses
that have passed on or off the hook
with sound in an explanation
he will give but not right now. . .