In geologic time
I am a speck of anger
Flowing in a garden of glowing roses
Can you come to help me?
I have lost the constellations
That helped guide me home
The North Star is blotted out
By the sulfur and nuclear paradox
The tips of my fingers burn
And this place smells of death
Fleeting afternoon
A teeming hollow turning
Bathed in grandeur
“Time flies over us but leaves its shadow behind.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne, from The Marble Faun
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Time collapse; murder clock
Ticking, each click and knife clack echo like cold steel
Dream, myth, a promise here
Blood eyeball yellowed, physical fears
Chamber of clocks, bright merciless
Wrinkling time, my skin is baked
Midnight the ringing barbaric
Noontime the sun blazing
Twilight hours recorded and shared
Sun rise in east, sirens shrieked
Time crash in undulating waves
Reach out to grab, ride into quickening future
STOP – RETREAT – DO NOT PASS GO
Motorcycle crash, child cascades from 40 floors
Time collapsed, swallowed lives
Baby born in desert sunlight
Old man murdered in God-forsaken River
Blood rinse in salty water, wounds open
Clock strikes the hour, I have frozen in city nights
Watching faces deformed malignant
STOP – the child says in the park
RETREAT – my lover says in the dark
DO NOT COME HOME – the clock ticking
TIME HAS COLLAPSED
AND THERE’S NOWHERE LEFT TO GO
Watch time move in a circle
Our concept is broken
Caught in linear perceptions
We believe death is deception
But when the lightning flashes
Our mere mortality crashes
Into storm clouds and burns
Into vibrant-colored ashes
Ancient secrets buried, lost to time.
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the ticking clock reminds me of dying,
descending into dim voids –
each second my body
devours itself
organs shift in pain
my brain pulses blood
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“Where am I?” the time-traveler asks.
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to say we were lost boys would be cliché
but clichés have ways
of cementing truths into language
like hard red suns that scorched West Philly & warm beers we guzzled ‘till we couldn’t walk straight & time went missing like a thief
who stole my innocence
& we packed into an old sedan on a road to nowhere &
perhaps, if time is not linear, this had to happen &
if free will is a myth, we had no choice in the matter,
merely swigging, smoking, fighting in adolescent wastelands
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we’re nothing but mammals
we walk, not crawl
through orange leaves
common in the fall
i’ve been in this house so long
i forget what it’s like out there –
hustle & bustle
breaking our backs
for snacks
& other goodies –
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