Time kills us all
--

pity that restless wanderer, time
gears ever grinding
syrupy sluggishness
providing its only respite
when its feeling desperate

never finding the place of rest
just able to settle off
and hang up its home sweet home plaque

stand around
and talk about the weather
with the neighbors
while the grass pushes up
between its toes

time got a bum lot
in a bad neighborhood anyway
but it doesn't care
because when the
garbage piles up
in the tall crabgrass
and the front door
blows open in the breeze
time will be whistling a road tune
and strolling away
A Simple Map of the Existential Dilemna We Swim Through
Afternoon Trip
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