a broken span of time
a voice echoes in my mind
a feeling reverberates in my soul
but the song ends before i can glean even a
fraction of the meaning

a broken span of time
spent in the icebound train of thought
a memory of a girl smiling
but its in reality a neatly carved lie
demented self
she sits sweating against the wall
panting "****...****...****..."
as she rubs herself
then she left without a word
having done the last of her stuff
she pants harder and harder "****....****...****..."

a jester in the august sun
laughing at himself in a broken span of time
between yesteryear and now
the old man sits on  a pile of rust
carefully spinning a net in which to catch his breath

hes just like us
trying to capture
to hold in onto love which so often slipped thru his
desperate fingers

all i can do
is whisper
"****....****....****...."