Time Bomb
Posted on December 16, 2011 with 0 comments
It has been 8:56 for 20 minutes
as the atrium fills
with second rounds of soy whipped coffee.
Relatives, relative to myself
in relation to a fixed point in midlife
when tears come slower
only from Valium
and repression
and fantasies of my infant to cuddle
and deals to make
and fears of debts to pay.
Time lines disturbed by drenched coats in December
where the sun shines only long enough
to burn rods, cones and panic.
8:57 now.
Only unknown minutes of watching and waiting
to see the next storm of uncertainty
creep through the buildings of Park Avenue.
Why Is my coffee still hot?
Why is my pulse still fast?
Motion control is malfunctioning on a broken boy near 40.
as the atrium fills
with second rounds of soy whipped coffee.
Relatives, relative to myself
in relation to a fixed point in midlife
when tears come slower
only from Valium
and repression
and fantasies of my infant to cuddle
and deals to make
and fears of debts to pay.
Time lines disturbed by drenched coats in December
where the sun shines only long enough
to burn rods, cones and panic.
8:57 now.
Only unknown minutes of watching and waiting
to see the next storm of uncertainty
creep through the buildings of Park Avenue.
Why Is my coffee still hot?
Why is my pulse still fast?
Motion control is malfunctioning on a broken boy near 40.