A Swiss    wrist  watch  on
  natural  graphical
decorated  wall.


That  was not
functioning.


This  was  for
the  bid  to
unpunctual  celebrities.

Particular  those
who are  unpunctual !

I became an asterisk in your mind's eye
while my owns swelled up full of rancor
and resentment towards you,
love, never my own of course,
but someone else's
and it's in your name
that I write these verses
in hopes of clearing up the air a bit
between you and me.

I am the forgotten for sure,
I have come to terms with my fate
and maybe, just maybe
I should had used your name in vain
like most people do
who can't withstand the rain
hence my flooded heart
through the wear and tear of time
a dusted piece of antique furniture
a clock with no arms
a frigid block of ice
unreachable by your sights
untouchable by your touch
oh, how I barely knew you love
at the old railroad station
you kept missing your stop.

Unpunctual love
I'll always have you know
that my roots never sailed
never to seek anything else

                                                           they stayed faithful at your shores
my anchor never left
no matter how faithless it became
to even whisper your name
like a restless child I kept awake
in the middle of the night
If I could only remember what it was like
to feel you breathing near me
knowing you always had my back
so go ahead, please do go ahead
and whisper my name in a short sigh
maybe then, you would remember then
the beautiful bond that we once shared
because if we always felt that way
then maybe, just maybe
our relationship wouldn't be so strained.

For the longest time I thought
that maybe, I didn't deserve you
but as the banners of my life
keep passing by
and you kept using
the perennial revolving door
it occurred me a simple thought
that maybe, just maybe
it was you who didn't deserve me
nor my poems, nor my thoughts
even if I wrote about our doppelgängers
the proverbial cats and dogs
and yet in dreams
I always meet you once more
because at the end of each day
I have the eyes of a blue dog
chasing my own tail
the unforgiving cycle of my world
in which I'll never meet you again
and that is the saddest thing I'll ever know.

I wish I could remember what it was like
to kiss you in the mornings...
to drift into unconsciousness
while consciously knowing
that I won't grieve in your mourning.

Ah love, dearly departed,
I will always miss you.

Life's holy contour bucks my hips tonight
Endeavor and entreat your entire form to my person – if only for a lock of muted lip
Remove itinerary – my gift will drift your person into unpunctual realms
Your crazy dumbsaint and muse

fingers hover over keys and
i am, as usual, lost for words.
i cannot write about thing things
that really matter.

but i think to myself
' i need healing,
and peace
and quiet '

but you will no give me any
even if you do not know it.

i read somewhere
' if you want to let go of someone
do these things' it said

write a list of the things you dislike about them

so here it is:

you're always late even when you're early.
in fact
i don't think i've ever seen you be early
what the hell do you do?
how can you consistently be late to
everything the same way i'm always early?

that's effort to be that unpunctual.

you never finish sentences
because you're bored or you forget
what you were saying

you refuse to remember to do something
out of laziness and carelessness
and you said
' my parents tried '
not hard enough.

you keep thought hidden and
you lie out of convenience.
saying you like it when people
aren't politically correct.

i think you're just too scared
to say some things yourself.

scared?
lazy?
or just weak?

i'm not sure. but i don't like it.

you only help me when i'm sinking
and you don't like the way it looks.

you only seek me out when you
haven't seen me in too long
and you stumble on your words.

you never mentioned her in months
until you did and never again.

you never say her name.
why don't you ever say her name?
if it hadn't come up, would you have ever said
' i have a girlfriend'

i know how your voice sounds
when you speak about your sister
and your mother
and your father.

i know you eat together as a family
and your sister hasn't been visiting that often.
i could see the resentment on your face
when you told me about it.

you don't like sweets or chocolate
you always order coffee the same as mine
you thought it was strange that i didn't like bread
but you didn't seem to mind.

you said
' she's going to sit there '
and
' you looked worried, so i followed '
and
' we can talk about this at lunch '
and backtracked when i asked
how were we going to talk at lunch?
you had it twice in the common area
and left.

you don't like to be touched or touch
but you touch my arm and i've touched you
you didn't flinch.

you follow me around the room and
whenever i show up to talk to him
somehow you always end up by his desk

i walk in and you get up, walk around the room
either avoiding me or running from me

checking to see if i'm coming out to smoke
(yes i saw)

i dislike that you're doing this.
i dislike that i don't mind it at all.