Poem: Timing
Wednesday, December 30th, 2009Timing is every thing and no thing.
I’m referring to the pause…
between the T and the ING.
A timeless catharsis
That slips in and out of consciousness
While your soul seeps out your sneeze.
Relax, don’t worry, just breathe.
Timing is the very thing and not thin gravity
Posted against a stucco wall until it falls.
It slows down when you rush
And speeds [...]