Time

I can be an animal,

when I’m stuck in a rut

and I can’t get up,

and I’m hungover as fuck

racing cursors around a desktop

and trying to stop myself

from vomiting.

 

Sometimes

I feel ashamed

of the way I behave;

quite frankly,

I often find

I don’t have a shit

to give.

 

And so the world seems grey,

and I feel the weight of time

as clocks tick

and we turn over pages

of the calendar

before it hangs itself;

 

it’s quite alarming to think

the most powerful people in history

could not stop the clocks

or not be buried

in a wooden box.

 

I mean,

it’s cool that time is like a river,

but what if I’m dragged under

by the current.

 

I was never

a strong swimmer

to begin with,

and besides,

wolves are afraid

of water.