"I once thought I had mono for an entire year. It turned out I was just really bored."--Wayne Campbell, *Wayne's World
Fragmented seconds ticking, slipping
through the widening span
of these small hands.
I've unlocked my innards
and the truth is out: it's mostly rusting gears.
I've wound down. I've ground up
days and weeks, upended months,
of my years
on pages, aging fast.
The faces show it's late,
from the corners of
their weary, sunburnt eyes.
I'll tick off one more weekend, crossing
panels off a page.
Discard a month.
They've opened the archives
and the story's old, the golden paper cracks.
The faces, blank pages,
rifle past through volumes' deaf--
forgotten, filtered through
the seasons' blurring hum.
It's so late.
I know, I know: watches don't have wingnuts. Gimme space.
Intro Film Cited
Meyers, Mike, perf. Wayne's World. Paramount, 1992. Film.