Archive for the ‘Время!’ Category

Cuckoo Clock, Crooked, Kucku

Time marches on,

relentlessly, mercilessly, mockingly.

Time evaporates,

desecrates, eviscerates, obliterates.

Hope, gone.

Resistance, futile.

Tomorrow, die, or do it all again.


(To be continued…)








Petrarch & Laura's First Meet (Marie Spartali Stillman)

She asked if I still played cards.

Alas, not since Red Berlin turned Brown, I replied.

So much, then and since, lost meaning.


(To be continued…)








Dzhentileski_ Melankholiya

*I*, am struggling with today.

*They*, are talking about tomorrow, excited and relishing prospects.

I want to forget anything beyond the past.


(To be continued…)








Broken 3

Hopefully, by the time you read this

it is no longer contemporaneous;

the feeling, I pray, has passed,

and despairing misery

has become differently.


(To be continued…)









It is said: God’s timing is perfect.

Alas, this world and its people are not …

They aspire to contrive, exploit, deprive

each other,

every waking (and sleeping) moment.


(To be continued…)









Man-child acts like a teenager, he explains,

because he didn’t get to be one when he was one.

Life on Earth,

misplaced time,

and everlasting brief.


(To be continued…)









Temporality passes,

by definition they imply,

but this denies the pain

that seems everlasting.

This “thing” passes?

Maybe, but as far as I remember,

it’s all I’ve ever known.

(To be continued…)









“All the time in the world!” …

Until said world ends.


(To be continued…)









Wonderful, beautiful ideas,

I am driven to think, explore.

Strands enticing in myriad directions,

intriguing …

But life and time intrude,

like a neighbor’s chainsaw,

“reality”, hah,

the night is bleeding away.

Ultimate frustration, desperation,


I’m all too aware …

Tomorrow’s clock is ticking.


(To be continued…)









Otto Mueller_ Tänzerin mit Schleier, 1903 v2

Tuesday, I was briefly happy.

In 1875, I was not yet born.


(To be continued…)