It is the minutes
before my choices make
my body
whir like rollerblades.
It is the day
of fissions.
It is the Sunday
before last
when I had a lot
to eat
and little to
contribute
to the readership.
***
Time-
it is a breathless ally
I can use against the
lofty labours
of your
photocopiers
and plagiarisms.
***
Time, as we all know,
is always
fleeting.
It doesn't come
for me
before your
table of contents.
***
YOU ARE READING
WORDS ON THE HORIZON
PoetryI present to you my new collection of poems which will be reflective of my present states of mind and compel me to translate my deepest desires and waves of thoughts, brimming with emotions. ...
