Archive for the ‘Time’ Category

Screw you and your time imperatives!

I don’t wear a watch…

It takes as long as it takes…

The Sun rises & sets,

now will always be now,

in retrospect,

and tomorrow is Revolution!





So late,

so early,

eternal circle,

time imposed upon,


rhythm unknown.

(We grope in darkness…)




TV preacher,

ardent as ever,

talks of the end times prophesies

being realized

(you see it more and more everyday,

the Book of Revelations actualized,

these truly are the last days…).

So, act now, the announcer says,

buy the book,

Revelations & End Times Explained,

for a limited time only…

“Now available in special leather binding,

legacy edition,

a great gift and family heirloom,

to pass on to your grandchildren…”




The month flew by

like an Intercontinental Ballistic Missile,

thrust into Space,

an affront to God,

burned up on re-entry.

Time, gone.




I don’t look in the mirror

because I don’t want to see myself,

future, past.




Time’s up, I’m told.

Funny, I didn’t even know the clock was ticking, that I had to be mindful of an end.

Strange, I thought “this” would last forever,

beautifully sweet, sour and indescribable,

it feels like it’s been my everything for so long,

alas, I’ll miss it and what I thought it was or could have become,






I didn’t used to get it

when my grandfather used to complain

about me using an “unnecessary” dish

which he would later have to wash.

Now, with time and pain

I understand all too well,

it’s not about laziness , the refrain,

it’s about futility,

and realizing that time, energy

and life in this realm

are all too finite.





Time missed.

Clock ticks.

You glance.

No second chance.

How your heart sinks,

when you realize the minute hand

is moving 60 to the dozen.

Life, think,

see, perceive,


chance gone.

Yesterday is something to look forward to.




It was the 9th of May.


Touching the immortal.

And suddenly it’s the 10th of May…

and desecration is back on the menu.




Back to perfidy.

Roza, forgive me.





so tired.

Drained, sunk, mired.

Я чертовски устала…

Ya chertovski ustala…

But it’s Spring,

they tell me,

I should be feeling alive.






What Winter?

I realize, with chagrin, I didn’t get to hibernate,

I am the definition of perpetually disturbed.