Anthology

In a bed of blues
purples
and jazz
You wane away into the night .A sleepless dream

of symphonies and red lights.
The shadows of lovers on sunken walls

with crackled paint.
Time etches these pictures
into my mind(s)
to cut me and
So the present stays faint.
Oh thank you Father Time,
giving and taking and second guessing
the hands on the clock that are ticking oh so silently So I do not know how it has passed
in these places of sadness and joy.
Oh thank you Father Time,
for you have fucked me
time and time and time again
and made me moan and groan
with pain and pleasure
Neither of which I can fully enjoy.

I am in debt to the clock
that mindlessly sets on the mantle of the fire I cannot set
nor rekindle.
Yet, the clock gives me seconds, no minutes