A couple jogging in the park Can't seem to schedule in ***, They pass the plight Of an overwhelmed trashcan With indifference. Some have too much, Others not enough.
A young mom Pushing the pram, A young snail Pulling its shell, A bird on a wire Watching both intently, The call of his stomach Shall prevail.
Love and doubt, Apathy and duty. A checklist of options Lost in the quicksands of time. Pick one to share, As if metering off infinity With a yardstick. ******* the hour. Confuse the day. Create exotica by building Interest in offshore drilling.
The well run dry, What's left to strike Rests inside the mind. The second hand cannot remember why She must constantly move like a shark, And so she settles to sleep, Forgetting who she is.
The couple in the park may run home to make love in the shower. The trashcan may finally Be relieved of its anxiety. And young mom, snail and bird May find continued purpose. But when asked what time it is, The clocks with amnesia Will only be able to say, "I don't know."
I can no longer see past the smoke. Life is a heartbeat Inside a cage of fear. What we don't know is terrifying. What we do know is even more so.