The clock falls off the wall onto my head,
The calendar’s corners are all curling,
The camera lies idle like the bed.
The prize-winning poems are unwriting
Themselves. There’s no time even for eating…
Thank God I ate that chocolate while at work.
No time even to get off this seating
To go to the toilet to piss or jerk!
But at least there’s this one Shakespearian perk:
No matter what I don’t do, time’s captured
In these lines. This moment’s everlasting
As well as fleeting (like chances I shirk).
And so from nothing, something’s created,
Time’s elongated, and that’s elating.
Wed 30 Jan 2008
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