time
timewhat is your substance
but speed?
where are you shuffling us all
at such a rapid pace?
you are the abyss --
black hole
adamantine companion
for us each
armed with a scythe
mowing us down
how cold you seem
how uncaring
you tic-toc tic-toc
midst happiness and grief
unraveling each moment
without effort perfectly!
you are always one step ahead
I want to say "Wait!"
but I know
your answer to that plea
you are the largest number
of which there is none
do you wish reverence?
not from this slave!
I'm not really complaining
but I am damned curious about you
you are the old-maid
in a box of popcorn
dissipation of exploding
stars
you are the poem
that does not end
infinity is your parchment
stardust your ink
space between stars your
pen
I'm not in the mood
a bit over the edge with you
but you just keep moving along
you are perpetual motion you're titillating
I consider you with each breath
-- the no friction you employ
shall I concede capitulate,
essay a new garment as costume in your presence?
you are the wheel that needs
no lubrication
you tear down mountains -- refill seas;
you're there with each passing phrase
keeping monarch butterfly
chrysalis' company while metamorphosing
through wars, scientific discoveries, hats blown off
in the wind, fish taking the hook, dogs barking,
through washing windows, polishing brass, germination of seeds,
felling of trees, between each sand grain,
through quiet and noise, success and defeat, making of omelets,
crushing of grapes, fermenting of their juice,
being born, growing old,
and dying
you're an original
cloning yourself again and again
you're a trickster
you are ancient and always young
makes me want to duck
and run -- or
stand fast and take it
on the chin
eye of the hen is watching you
while she lays her eggs
rooster is watching
the hen
we punch clocks in your honour
someone has thought of how to tax you
I wonder if that is insulting
to you or --
do you enjoy all your rhythmic
performance?
what set you to counting
it out?
in the game of buy
and sell you're a pro
as you multi-task
in your reverie
of birthing moments
and murdering others
one at a time.
vcp
12 March 2011
Poetry by Victor
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