the best offense

tumbling through days
in a myopic haze
you'll understand if i've no few words
to spare for a change
small talk's not my bag
unless it's to mention how tired i sag
that's what passes for my sincerity.

it's not that i don't care
(or maybe it is)
but i've a moment to get to
and it's far over there
where the people and things that
depend on me want me to suspend
so time and words can hang out to dry
and maybe our friendship will die.

i wish you wouldn't
wouldn't turn away.
but every good turn deserves another.
and that's what makes this world go round.
the facts of this frenzy
what i've come to expect.
and all i've to say is
while i never meant to offend,
it was always just
my best defense.