I'd think about time
as if
it were a piece of pie
grab a slice
catch a train
never be late

lost in the shuffle
short-comings apparently
render obsolete
thoughtful comparisons
of oblique mis-information

a tasty diagnois
with no doubt
of theraputic result
leaves a calming sense
periodic dis-membering
withstanding




It's Science

blood on the floor
there's alibi to taste
the act of believing
starving the stone of disease\

he's borrowed from cannibals
unfettered
ill from remorse
born of disaster, waiting in line/

blank amid stares
awash in songs of the night
no wind, no sail
adrift>