futurebird's Diaryland Diary
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no time like the present
no time like the present
How long was that winter?
As long as I wished it to be.
But, not one day too late,
I was shaken from sleep
like an ugly cuttlefish
sealed in dead mucus
of her own petty angst.
(the agony� oh my.)
Hardened so beneath the sand,
the rain washed over me
restored my twitching tail,
my kicking heels, (cracker jack!)
or the wing that flashes
quick as the camera shutter
stealing a slice of light.
OK, here�s the photograph:
Central Park in green and gray
And every dark thicket
Tells me: "pull him over here"
forget your shame
There�s no time:
never miss a kiss,
take everything,
winter�s gone,
make haste
make love
As if the years were really numbered.
(are they?)
Who can count evenly
with a pulse like this!
Man invented time
To measure sadness.
We stopped the clocks.
nonumbers.html - 2002-08-26
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