Thursday, June 30, 2011


i won't wear a watch
time is not my friend
for calibrated ends
are not my thing
neither is the ring
of frantic clocks
as i hit the blocks
for a work-a-day world
with objects that swirl
at breakneck speed
which serves time's needs
but not my own
i'm just a clone
in goosestep march
with little arch
and damn sore feet
if i do meet
the demands of time
it's not my rhyme
so, onward i go
good and slow
and meet my end
like a long lost friend
who has plenty of time.

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