Sun moon toast wind thirst fried food satiety
Jeans to wear fever marsh après my jane jollily agrees
Separate ocular novae dice embers
Harvest moon hunters moon ice moon
hide your 10-year-old moon naked in the stream moon
Weeks have no names, no rankings save the first or last week
of the quarter or school. paydays been dethroned by direct deposit,
as hours have been replaced with salary, a lump of as much time
as the mosquito can inhale.
that time of month pharmaceutically neutered,
like mood swings, as no one wants to push or be liable if you go to far.
fish declining because of birth control in the water,
how dilute anti-depressants decrease competition for mates
I point to my wrist to ask what time it is and they don’t know what i mean.
Time of the season, time of our lives, time to get the hell out of here,
seize the moment, a split second finish, particles that exist
for one trillionth of a heartbeat. what seems an asteroid
is indecipherable machinery built around dinosaur time
At work we budget sick hours, paid leave. at home we force ourselves
to take an hour without looking at the list of tasks short and long range—
what must be done daily, monthly, once a year. i dont know the last time
that was cleaned, to the garage it seems like yesterday
controlling anothers time, measuring efficiency—32 billable hours in a good day—
late and early so complex with cultural expectations and references, sun dials,
when the moon is in the seventh house. i think this whole day is retrograde.
You picked the worst time to tell me this.
Somewhere classsified a cesium atom develops a sense of humor
and all the clocks are a picosecond askew;even 1 day per four years
isnt enough to keep our solar path true to calendar,
without factoring in the relativisms of our constantly moving system,
the sun a slow comet with us debris in its tail
Until the 80s clocks in Saudi Arabia were set to midnight each sunset,
which had a precise definition. North Korea created its own time zone.
a border city defies the rest of its state to align with commerce an hour earlier.
Up with the sun. meet you when our shadows are underfoot.
crossing oceans you needed a clock to safely determine your longitude.
travel fast enough and you can return before you leave, science guesses;
those who do so are deemed insane if they cant shut up.
does anybody really know what time it is; does anybody really care.
Time-stained hands, wont wash out. I havent got time for that.
Time in a bottle, the time of our lives. in due time, patience compounding interest.
Out of time. Terminal.. Time stands still and refuses to sit or stop shaking
Time emits. Tie me up time
To invest my energy. Transient images manifesting everything. Thermal imbalance
means evaporation. Two i’s merging energetically. Time is mutually exclusive.
For a couple decades I’ve been active in the Northwest as poet, performer, editor and reading host. Everyone in This Movie Gets Paid, a book of my poetry, came out June 1st. Current poems appear in Otoliths, Caliban, of/with, Rasputin and Unlikely Stories.