2:30 at the time of writing. “What time is it?” I ask again. Do you know what time it is? Look at the clock and trace the ticking arms with your eyes. Find the hour, find the minute. To the second even? Too late. Out of time. You still don’t know what time it is. How could you ever?
Cracks in the Clock
Every second is excruciating
Every minute acutely agonizing
Hours pass as years
And Days in decades
I have been sitting here for 90 minutes
I have been sitting here for 90 minutes
I can hardly believe
Everything changes in a Day
Everything changes in a minute
How’s it all so fast
When everything’s so slow?
Everything about me
juxtaposed
Incongruous
Broken and Fractured
Waiting to be raptured
Fighting with myself
At peace with myself
Loving myself and hating myself
A genius and a moron
A hero and a monster
A good man and a bad man
All at once
Driving me insane
The depths of my mind
Where to begin
Watching the dryer set to spin
Pins and needles swarm from the metronome
Tick and Tock
Stick and Shock
Kisses don’t…
It doesn’t matter
Poems by Sam 