When I was a kid
I remember watching the comedy channel
Not in my own house, mind you
My parents were too smart for that
When I was a kid hanging out at my friend's houses watching the comedy channel
I remember
A slogan
Time.  Well.  Wasted.
And I remember thinkin'
"Oh!  Yea!  I like that!  Imma sit here a lil' longer!"
I was just a boy at the time and that's as far as the thought got
About a half-hour later we decided time was better wasted building gigantic, man-eating snowmen.
Eventually I went home
I wasted some time arguing with my parents about schoolwork, ate a bowl of cereal and wasted the next 8 hours in a comatose
I woke up to waste the next several years of my life figuring out how to waste the NEXT several years of my life
Somewhere in there someone told me I should do what I feel called to do so I wasted time waiting for a sign of some kinda magicy, Jesus voodoo
While I was waiting I wasted time reading Ecclesiastes and learned about what a waste of time it is to read Ecclesiastes
So I tried filling my time with all the things that weren't supposed to BE a waste of time but then I didn't have any time so I fell flat on my face on the edge of the vortex that is the human condition!
And I cried, "God!"
"Why do you waste your time with a foolish and selfish sinner like me?"
And the almighty, holy, infinitely incomprehensible, incredible God of the Universe replied
"Time.  Well.  Wasted."

I need to search the many bound books
To drag my mind over each page
Become a magnet for facts

I need to leave air, earth, fire, and water
In my wake, as things conquered

I need to create an orbit
-a trash realm for all orbits

I need to be saved from clutter, by
Use of clarity, from clarity by use of clutter

To relent, I need to get away
From the feeling
That my feelings are magicy, syrupy star-dust
Or aren’t, or should be

I need to remember the crunch of gravel,
The “thunk” of hollow rubber tires,
The creak of swings, a march in vacuum packed
Air

And when I feel that I need to rule over everything-

I need to return to needless days
Before time I realized
The importance, the pulsing of the endless need