Respect

Respect

by geoff vanderholm

Why is it, I only work

when I’m high?

Is it fear of some kind-

or a failure to launch;

when the ‘error’ signs shine and

I find myself all alone begging to Why.

While I’m stuck to the phone, waiting for a reply from-

the ocean;

she calls home: the place I will die-

if I don't change my ways.

They fracture,

these days of impertinence.