We are all mooks
Watching And waiting Time is here and is not The click ticks and does not Did they wait? Before the bomb? Will we be still? Before the end? [1st advent]
It is not wise to begin With a bold statement Assertiveness is easily Mistaken for bravado A quick blade to the Back is more effective.
What seconds swallowed, Worn to sand and yet reformed: These eternal bones.
Time Like Sand Time is no longer the same Words shift Letters trickle down and lose their shape Minutes dissolve into sand And are gone I wanted to tell you something The other day After closing time But the clock spun too quickly And the traitorous earth turned When I finally caught up To you; your hunched shape Fading away down the long street The spryness of youth - had melded With the deep ravines of antiquity: Your time was almost done
