Moving TIME……………..

This way time had never moved

for me…..from me……

I want to be…..

So many things…….the fruition

of so many ideas…..

I can’t even be me….

Why time is showing the signs…..

Of flying…..moving away……fleeing…..

From meeeee….not to let me be.  

Whee??? Why??? What???

Not known to my mind…….

I am yet to find…….

Growing…….going through

the recesses of time…..

the mute grind…………..

ticking away reaching…..

its own oblivion………

driving me to my OBSCURITY.

Turning my dreams…….

thru’ reams of paper

into a daily nightmare……

here…there…everywhere

carcass and corpse……….

Of thoughts…….ponderings…….

and half finished outpourings…

semi-nude……..half-clad

‘i’deas exude exuberance

In eloquent delight………

Perhaps to show me

a little……….some light

at the end of the tunnel

…….that even if all is not well

But everything is not unwell.

Still I may have my kill……

Going thru’ the churning

………..and the longing of

Heartburn………….

Find me and all……

The ways to be me.