Saturday, March 22, 1997

trap of time

as I think on subjects not so foreign to me
think about flying saucers
aliens wearing head phones
listening to sweet pineapple sounds
having coconut dreams
whipped cream on crackers
water so they don’t speak with cracker dust voice
sitting and waiting time passes
that’s the trap of time,
as long as you want anything in time,
it’s going to pass
because time passes.

and so did the long bus ride into spring
it came yesterday by degrees
the third burn on a hand between two dry knuckles
bound to go up in smoke as I sit and wonder...

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