Most people are 
simply shadows wandering 
wearing and having 
things that define 
or give rise 
to temporary attention 
but when naked
when without things
that thought might 
it is evident 
that they don’t 
won’t never will

When did life
become 24 hours 
one after next 
day in day
out one upset
after another followed 
by a tragedy 
until the next 
life used to 
be long but 
now it’s condensed 
can of soup
or a reduction 
of some sauce 
left to simmer 

Time cease
hours pass
minutes too
seconds are
gathered like
logs to
make dams
holding back 
the inevitable 
crack of
my resolve 
letting loose 
the torrent 
aka heartbreak 

What if
the sounds
of the 
world were
really music
and you 
and I 
were only 
meant to 
hum along 
never knowing 
the lyrics 
until after 
we’re done 

Bookends be
this dawn 
and dusk
and we
just thee
and me
make up 
the middle 
on we
go to
and fro
patiently waiting 
on another