Time Less

Time spit me up and chewed me out
All the threats were made and all 
the beds were carried out 
I had to sleep in the rain and the 
rain was as dry as the years that faced 
me every morning in the mirror and in 
your eyes, which memory couldn't-wouldn’t erase 
I stole a guitar and the strings snapped
at the slightest glance 
Always poor at reading signs I postponed 
all commitments 
Sold all of my dance cards 
Shredded all receipts

Time knew me only as a player to be 
named later 
A promising window whose glass was gone
Transparently hidden I fell through 
the days like a bird, at last free to 
contemplate everything when nothing 
seemed to matter anymore 
Licensed to fly I renewed my lassitude 
Fell upwards through Earth
Icarus in reverse
In the morning we spoke on the phone
He told me of cities deep down below
I told him of air that never let you go
We agreed that flight was overrated 

Time was a borderline 
a blurry one and I 
got lost 
A hoarder 
Who never lets you go 
Who always stops up 
your hears so you can 
never ear the wisdom 
in the constant hum of silence 
I let myself go for too long 
and ended up a jester 
a salesman peddling stories 
composed on the faces of watches 
Unsuccessful I brought them home 
and put them in a drawer 
One day I awakened and they
were gone 
I closed the drawer and caught
my finger in between 
As I yelled in pain I knew 
everything would be okay
yet somehow I felt a tinge 
of spring-like melancholy
rise up from the sky to my mind 

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