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When I was little, Like, between 8 or 11- I used to wonder, Standing with the fiery Iowa Sun slowly blistering my shoulders; Where does the time go When it flies away? And if time sometimed Slowed, stopped, stood stock- Still, why could I not See its feet? If... (When) I was 8, 8 years from Mom's Belly, where was 9 for me? Born: Thursday, May 9, 1963. So, I can do the rudimentary Addition: 5/9/71, I'm exactly... 8. 2 weeks from 3rd grade being Over. Happy. Birthday. Presents. Cake, ice cream, a baseball game To hurry to, Teddy, we'll open Your presents and have cake when We get home from the ballgame. Ugh. Baseball. All I'm going to be Thinking obsessing about is what Lies beneath colorful wrapping. Time has a special Bitter flavor when you hope and pray The ball won't be hit to you, ever. Baseball is full of confused time- Time scurrying and rolling away from you In the form of a stupid large white stitched Ball that delightfully challenges you to be Quicker than it - Time then languishing, Elongating, becoming the torture of impatience Trying to stand in line and wait with that Virtuous virtue that time ever mocks. So it's the next day, and I'm 1 Day past 8. I'm a clock, then? I stored memories of 2, 3? Years Ago? And I stored scars, dumb Ideas materializing as real Blood, pain, stitches, howling... Did I store time inside my Mind, heart, left knee, right I didn't know. Life is often Too big a concept to really Grasp when you're eaten By 8 mosquitoes. And time slows down to A scaly crawdad claw That won't let go of your Left pinky finger. I thought, as I rode my bike Down the middle of the street, What about next year? 5/9/72? Ninth birthday? Where did that Day live? Was it millions and millions Of miles Earth had to travel to line Itself up clockwork-universe style With the time that spun, tilted, and Pushed the earth through space? What if I died? Did the time God gave me go back to Him? Like I was a human library of congress Book to spend a short amount of () And then be returned to my Original Owner?
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
Temporal Boots
When I was little, Like, between 8 or 11- I used to wonder, Standing with the fiery Iowa Sun slowly blistering my shoulders; Where does the time go When it flies away? And if time sometimed Slowed, stopped, stood stock- Still, why could I not See its feet? If... (When) I was 8, 8 years from Mom's Belly, where was 9 for me? Born: Thursday, May 9, 1963. So, I can do the rudimentary Addition: 5/9/71, I'm exactly... 8. 2 weeks from 3rd grade being Over. Happy. Birthday. Presents. Cake, ice cream, a baseball game To hurry to, Teddy, we'll open Your presents and have cake when We get home from the ballgame. Ugh. Baseball. All I'm going to be Thinking obsessing about is what Lies beneath colorful wrapping. Time has a special Bitter flavor when you hope and pray The ball won't be hit to you, ever. Baseball is full of confused time- Time scurrying and rolling away from you In the form of a stupid large white stitched Ball that delightfully challenges you to be Quicker than it - Time then languishing, Elongating, becoming the torture of impatience Trying to stand in line and wait with that Virtuous virtue that time ever mocks. So it's the next day, and I'm 1 Day past 8. I'm a clock, then? I stored memories of 2, 3? Years Ago? And I stored scars, dumb Ideas materializing as real Blood, pain, stitches, howling... Did I store time inside my Mind, heart, left knee, right I didn't know. Life is often Too big a concept to really Grasp when you're eaten By 8 mosquitoes. And time slows down to A scaly crawdad claw That won't let go of your Left pinky finger. I thought, as I rode my bike Down the middle of the street, What about next year? 5/9/72? Ninth birthday? Where did that Day live? Was it millions and millions Of miles Earth had to travel to line Itself up clockwork-universe style With the time that spun, tilted, and Pushed the earth through space? What if I died? Did the time God gave me go back to Him? Like I was a human library of congress Book to spend a short amount of () And then be returned to my Original Owner?
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ted-scheck
54/M/American
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
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