Friday, April 15, 2011


People like to think
That time is only an idea
Invisible and intangible
But I have seen it
And I hae felt its
Cool hot grasp
Burrow into my chest
And wrench from it,
Skewing between gnarled
Sternum, my heart
Beating hardly at
Malevolence’ whim
Leaving me helpless to
Rise against this foe
Forcing me to wait,
Gasping, my lungs
Burning and dry,
For that clock
To change hands
So that I
May turn
My eyes