Thursday, July 07, 2011

poetry mash-up

in an obscene attempt to make me more aware of time
my watch started ticking louder, even in the street
my watch has no tact, just tick.

but there will be time, there will be time
to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
time for you and time for me,
and for a hundred visions and revisions,
before the taking of a toast and tea.

(thank you, t.s., you're so full of whimsy)