No time
No time. I
don't have time
to eat a healthy breakfast,
grab a bagel and run to
Starbucks where they pass me my caffeine OTC
as I swap a couple of bills for my fix
and run before the cops come.
No time. "I
don't have time
for sleep mom."
start my homework at ten
re-running reruns of Must See TV through my head.
Television's the vernacular of the day,
easier than speaking my own words.
No time. I
slip into work
fifteen minutes late,
switch on the computer,
check my tech stocks, the NASDAQ's up,
have to day trade to make a living,
hope someday I can afford a home.
No time. I
can't be bothered to vote,
serve jury duty,
sign a petition at the store,
to get up, get active, get out and see the world,
participate and be passionate,
to sign my anonymity away.
"There's no time."
Standing by the coffee machine,
"Too much work, too little help,"
as I slowly sip my cup o' joe,
"I'm thinking about leaving, find a new job.
hard work doesn't get you too far."
(But sitting on the john does…)
Sorry I haven't written
dear friend, there was
no time.
Too busy living my work,
sleeping my life away, paying the bills, saving up,
downloading the latest version of Windows,
relaxing on-line.
Stop time.
See the sky in a state
of indecision, stuck between
sunset and twilight, over the bay
twin bridges suspended against the sun silhouetted backdrop of the City,
above, a brush stroke of clouds across the pastel palette,
behind, houses like diamonds in the rough.
"No time now son."
"No time now dear."
"Have to make this deadline,
Promise to make it up to you later."
I skip the ballgames, skip the graduations, forget my anniversary.
"This is more important." What is more important?
What is important?
Timeless,
stopped at a stop light
turn signal blinks and blinks and blinks,
the clock's winding down.
The truth is the truth is the truth.
No time here, no time left.
No time for no time.