What Tragedy Must Be Like for Speed Demons

Time is a walking shadow Time is up, yo Time on the roof of the mouth like stalactites Like an ice monster Time singing to the audience Hitting all the wrong notes All the notes really But in the wrong order Time is an hour glass Shot through with arrows of time Your time against my time Time is money Time is wartime in war Time like mold grown on the inside of our arms Time like water stains on the ceiling Time like stains in general More than you more than me Time Time like a dress on the floor Time like suicide mission in the name of time Time like a poem abandoned in the abandoned candlelight Time like nothing we care about Time like popsicles never going away Time going back The light going back inside the body The body blocking out the shadow Time like tombs like time like catacombs Like reading slow and dumb Time like you and me at gun point with a decision About time Aborted time and poor time Sexy time and serious time Time like names we can’t remember Won’t remember Time like a memory that hasn’t come into being Time like a broken mic Rophone Time like the echo Time like masturbation in the dark Time like no one’s fucking business Time like the voyeur in your shower scene Time like god’s angels Time like a broken record Time wasted when you’re done with this I apologize for wasting your time Time like a band-aid coming undone Time like a cherry bomb inside our homes Time slipping out the smashed clocks Time and time a Gain

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