Wasting time...

Sun-splashed oceans and my
Father's words
Drenching my mind in
Waves of curses
The water dripping from
My eyes and nose
In my cubicle, upright
And absurd-
ly figuring which
Dream swam loose today
The Artist's or the
Writer's or the
Climber's, no longer belayed
to my heart hung
High against my youth
Of which I've never sung
Oceans slowly ebbing time undone...