You browse through the TV channels with impatient fingers And witness the entire earth on fire Whereas, upon peering from behind the blinds, You notice raindrops being shed by the sky. “We live in a different time zone,” Your lovely voice breaks in earnest. I wrap my arms around you and Feel your body freeze, as in protest. No, these hand will not find themselves groping For the pillar of salt But frittering away in the keyboard, plodding through Queer trains of thought And these lips will always miss the kiss Except on the pizza, fries, and glass of Coke. This is my desire, you see: To suspend the deadline looming before our eyes And just stay wise with you for the rest of our crazy lives. Despair at how I come face to face with eternity And yet, a gulf of time and space makes me endure This torture by you, my enemy. Hell, yes, we really got to drag on— We live, indeed, in different time zones.
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