the revolution is approaching
gimme five…
Time
a sandwich I used
to adore…
January was dreary
February stretched till a hole
split in the pizza dough…
Time is not real
neither am I….
I may not know
what time
it is, or what time
you wanted to meet…
Are you more of a morning person
or more of a late day pigeon…
You forget
what you said
until someone says it back
to you…
do you ever hold still so long
you wonder if your toes
remember how to flex…
it’s ugly
it’s slightly unglued…
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