The Inch (or perhaps more appropriately “An Exercise in Non-Hieratic Diction” or “Lets Settle This on the Dance Floor” or “I Think You're Cute, Now Excuse Me I'm Going to Go Vomit” or “The Poem With the Really Long Title” or “Thanks David, for Making me Sing” or ”Where Are You Going? Don't You Want to Hear More about Whatever the Crap I was Babbling on About” or “Wow, a Poem about Insecurity, How Completely Original” or “I was Probably Babbling on About Bikes, I Tend to do That, a Lot” or “I'm Guessing that Peeing my Pants is a Turn Off” or “Who Needs a Drink!”)

You'd think I was a cripple
by the way I twitch and struggle
to move that last inch
the inch that is the difference between near-by and close
how many times have I done this
a dozen
a hundred
If I move this inch, maybe I can sleep
tonight
and I'm not saying anything bad about you
you are a sodium vapor lamp
and I am a moth
but I have this problem
it makes me afraid
afraid of that last little inch
afraid that you might take it the wrong way
so I'm just going to sit here
Turn up that music
I want my soul blasted outta my skull
I like this song
so turn it up
TURN
IT
UP
if I can't hear myself think
then I can't over think this