A Poem About Time To Read If You’re Looking To Waste Time
Time was magnificent quicksand,
Eating everything in its sight.
Resistance is futile, flamboyant, buoyant,
Struggling, shaking, quaking muscles testing their limits, clinging on, singing sad songs.
Don’t take me, time. Don’t take my time.
Clamping, stamping, stomping, petulant children,
The endless stomach of time.
Beluga caviar. Bird’s Nest Soup. White Stilton Gold. Vintage cote de boeuf. Clocks and watches. Stop watches.
Hour after hour, minute after minute, billions of seconds, trillions of milliseconds.
The insatiable glutton of
The hummingbird flew from flower to flower to flow er,
To get that song out of his head.
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
Here’s my number,
Weigela, Iris, Pentas,
So Call Me Maybe.