Two Weeks - (poem)

2 weeks, they gave me
     two weeks,
Time – don’t waste it.
But it’s so hard not to waste it.
Milk was spilt by toddlers,
Now it fodders failing memories.  
Floods local cemeteries,
And all conversation is commentary, 
It wasn’t time well spent...
...but 2 weeks is what they gave me; 2 weeks is what was 
lent.
Placed it in my palm & told me to read ‘em or be owned 
Forever,
Girl, you’re still alive, you really can be left alone, especially
When you don’t know where he went.
You think about Kent, OH, wonder if 
That all hadn’t unfolded months ago.
Did the baggage really hold you back by just 2 weeks...?
Will you ever make it to the end of Fargo or see florescent
Puerto Rico?
In two weeks will all your anti-matter splatter?—Will it have
Twice the arch if you’re fatter?  I don’t think I can lay-low,
I lost my pay-load...
2 weeks ago.
Hate to tell you, so I won’t tell you so, sew those lips shut...
Shush, I’ll kiss you to slush, wasn’t I such a slut, 
2 weeks ago?
You don’t walk you Rumba, you don’t speak, you Sumba,
Hold you up like Simba, there’s no sins here,
I held it in here, I was marooned here,
They kill baby deer here,
Got stuck here, got chucked here, got bucked here, got 
fucked here, got mucked here, got shucked here, got to steer 
clear of here
and of notions of love
when I was shoved
2 weeks ago.  Through a hole.
I got two weeks.
Two.
2.
Weeks
To 
Go. 
I’ve made a kaleidoscope of mistakes. 
Jumped in the lake.
Raked in cash, lost face, gas masked.
But it won’t matter any,
The days add up like pennies, that I like to spin and tweak,
Staring down all the super-freaks with clover in my teeth,
that I started saving only over...
...the last few weeks.