By the time I finished writing 2:47 it was 2:48
Now it is 2:47 and 20 seconds
It took me seven seconds to write that
So it was actually 2:47 and 28 seconds
Of course, the only poem I’ve ever written
That requires me to look at the time
Immediately coincided with me having to reload my page

Because love doesn’t want you to know the time
It wants you to be always a minute behind
Its plans

verb
ˌəpˈdāt,ˈəpˌdāt/
make (something) more modern or up to date.
It’s 12:30 pm
November 14th
And this is currently current updated information

And I still love you...

The warm moisture dripping from my hand
Sweat forming from the intense heat
The California air warming the animal flesh
Searing my skin

The burning of both the heat and the energy spent
On wasteless efforts

“You don’t sleep enough”
Well,
I won’t be tired
Until 12 am,

And then I wake
Covered in monsters and shadows
That are realer than I am,

And then I can’t sleep
Until the windows are open,

And I can breathe again
And I wonder
Why I’m so tired
The next morning.

Sometimes
I think far too much
And then I want to speak
And then I can’t
Because
What if I’m wrong?

Is there an official council or something?
Or at least a handbook?
What do you refer to when
5*7=22?

What if that’s not “wrong”? Who is to say?
That 22 and 35 hadn’t switched one day.
Consistency, they will tell you, is key.
See, you can’t just go 21, 35, 23

Since 35 starts with a three
Well, then put threes before twos
And continue along your day as usual.
Individual human perception isn’t exactly wrong,



But what if I am?

Please don’t go

Please don’t leave me
Alone.

I just want to be there
For you

I just want to be in your life
Too

I just want to be your favorite
Can’t I just be your favorite?

Each tiny millimeter in a meterstick
Is an understatement of the world we live in,
Plagued by dusty windowsills that cry
When the doors are closed
And water faucets
That scream when your spine is turned

Do you miss them?
I think not

Try for one second
One second of concentration
To imagine what could be if we all reaped the benefits of
something

something
Magical

just lying every day in our
Driveway
what
Do
you See

it Is
the green Waste in fact
You can put branches in there, believe it Or not
Thanks for the info.

I realized
That you might all be figments
Of my imagination
Because I am crazy

But then I realized
I might be a figment
Of someone’s imagination
Too.