Don't tell me time
When it's
8.55am
Or say I am late
To a date
Don't tell me I'm too old
Or too young
Don't set me a deadline
Or say the sun
Will explode in 5 bill years
Don't record my birth date
On my tombstone
Or celebrate my birthday
What the fuck is this
Cult of time, we its acolytes
Well not me, I want out
Slave driven
Retirement age
Mortgage term
Terminal cancer
Fuck this shit
No seriously
Tell me what the fuck this is
Timing a race
Timing an explosion
Is this science or a cult
SMART goals
Fuck goals!
Why does love have no
Best before date
Why does anger endure
Existence has no timeframe
Neither should we
We ask of kids
How old is she
We think of our friends
How old are they
Our parents
How old are they
It is bullshit I tell you
Use another
Frame of reference
How are they
How do they love?
Obession with time
I swear it is our god
We stap watches to our
Wrists like cruxifixes
And glance at it like
We really need to know
What the fucking time is
Then the cult of time wanders
To our phones
A phone without a clock?
Sacriledge! Let
The manufacturer be shot
What was before the big bang?
Who cares, for fuck sake
What is after death
When is the next
celebrity big brother
Next years trends
Last years fashion
Tomorrows weather
Stop it, stop it
Stop it right now
I will not spend a second more
Ha! One second?
One Second?!
One second
One moment please
Please wait
While the clock
Of your life strapped to your
Wrist counts down to your
Death
For fucks sake my dear friends!
Let us not tap our feet in queues
And look miserable
Let us not measure ourselves
Ad Nauseum
Unless it is to help someones life
Let us ban clocks
And make them for medical use only
Let us get to work when we want
And see our clients whenever!
They will find us when they need us
And vice versa
God bless the idea of the hairdresser
Without a fixed appointment
Dear British please drop the Victorian
Clockwork Orange
Chat to your neighbour
Stroke your cat
And walk the dog for longer
Time is nothing
Let us leave appointments
When we feel done
And have our dinner
When we are hungry
And pray to our gods
when we want
When? Oh dear,
Time is built in
See you later...
Comments
shoe | August 1, 2012 - 19:27
I've read a few of your poems and you have a very unique and wonderful voice, none more so than in this rant, some brilliant lines, witty and outspoken, I enjoyed it.
magicdarer | August 2, 2012 - 08:35
Thank you shoe. It's one thing to write a poem, one thing to get a record of its potential reads, one thing to get a nice comment, then quite another to get a comment like yours were you feel the deepest, not necessarily most rational, part of yourself is recognised - yes she gets me, that is what I am truly like, then I don't feel so alone, not in that moment. The cherry on the top? It's to have entertained you too. x