Time
By Poetry on Aug 18, 2009 in Poetry
Time its greedy parametric quantity double time
March’s on its aimless drive
Translucent vacancy
Just some ticktock hands
Adding lightness to these bones
Features to this physiognomy
Taking noisiness from this androglossia
Ghetto from this ghetto.
But what is time
If not something spent
Moments gained
Lovers loved
And roomie acquired.
With expensive souls
They are all born rich
Weekend that oil well
Because she all six-spot homeless




















































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