never enough time

time

i blame time

what do i do with it

no choice but to somehow

tell its tango

coffee only helping it

not fair

too much glare

i still stare

five more minutes–

no, realizing 3, how

did that happen, what happened?

bandits, these minutes, stealing life,

my time

my time, shapeddifferently,

but thats a blended wish–

there wouldn’t be clocks, alarms, schedules–

thats for the dead

(10/5/13)