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Metaphors for Time
Q: "What do you believe is true even though you cannot prove it?"
A: "Time does not exist."
*
it was the Golden Age of Something or Another
surely
a Time built high
nothing to stumble over
but something to admire as background
a matte painting in an old movie
*
this ancient metaphor money was all piles
but now scattered
rhythmic
a said
sonnette
smaller than ever
these times of new form is less the point
*
what is this point
that exists in time
this vanishingly sharp end
a childerella death delay
*
they say TIME
as if they
know it is
*
I have given you
all my metaphors
and enough time
to mull it
wait
no
*
the stretching of a rubber band
fraying and frays and such
the rubber coming apart in cleanliness
until it snaps
shooting in opposite directions
they used to think of strands of spun yarn
but I think of rubber bands
for I am of my time
and they of theirs
to them
raise your spirits and say
I am the spirit of my time
*
it follows
like that dog in that movie
no matter how many sticks and rocks
are hurled towards
it slinks after
in your wake
*
you never give me your time
only paper metaphors for it
there is no value in things
but what we say it comes to
*
how do we waste time
something that we've never
really established what is
we lack the vocabulary
*
the movie
you knew that eventually I'd return
to the movie
how can I not question
a length of time this
set
it's easy
I do it like this
*
narrative exists without time
*
the flight of an arrow
half the flight
is more than half the duration
because the missile
slows down
unless gravity compensates
I am not a physicist
I failed math doubly
though I love it
you fail the loves you one time two times
*
memory is the negation of time
memory is a celebration of time
memory is time
memory is an inexact science
memory is faulty
memory will never supercede movies
memory is imagination
what memory is I can't tell
memory is the end of time
memory is a death of time
memory is time
*
I won't say which time
you came
I just wanted to confirm
that it could be said
that you are being
*
the only question that one needs to ponder
at this point in time
is whether you would want an eternity
of dull averageness
or a single moment of infinite pleasure
followed by an eternity of misery
no there are no other options
death is not an option
*
time is spent right
like an issue forth
that or other likes
will be grown acres
*
I remember long links of equateds
graffitied on walls and bus shelters
starting with time
and ending in sex
going through permutations of money
power
and other such nouns
*
I have been taught to manage time
yet time still riots
setting fire to machinery
soiling flesh with ash
*
the roman candle erupted
and we watched it
for a while
light on snow
sparks melting individual snow crystals
the water froze again
forming ice
instead of snow
*
you grow taller in time
your skin ever closer to my eyes
pushed up like the Himalayas
as India slides ever further
*
a spring stretched by my hands
held fast to the floor by my feet
this is a way to think of time
another way would be to say
that I am a statue
stretching a marble spring
some would say
that the sculptor was punning
on the nature of time
or rather the time of nature
that time begins with spring
and ends with winter
but I agree with my time
that if time could be thought of
as having a beginning and an end
both would be best imagined
as winter
*
the rhythmic time
of seasons seems too slow
the four four beat
seems to slow
with each passing year
the rhythms of day and night
are better to dance to
spinning and spinning
moving in a circle
around a point that moves in a circle
around a point that's moving
away from the starting point
*
the order of letters
is a metaphor of time
a bee see
a metaphor in the wrong tense
the sentence with a full stop
metaphor
the book with closable covers
et cetera you get what I'm carrying on
and so on
until we come to the poem
with its lines
receding downwards
to a defined end
demarked by lack
Q: "What do you believe is true even though you cannot prove it?"
A: "Time does not exist."
*
it was the Golden Age of Something or Another
surely
a Time built high
nothing to stumble over
but something to admire as background
a matte painting in an old movie
*
this ancient metaphor money was all piles
but now scattered
rhythmic
a said
sonnette
smaller than ever
these times of new form is less the point
*
what is this point
that exists in time
this vanishingly sharp end
a childerella death delay
*
they say TIME
as if they
know it is
*
I have given you
all my metaphors
and enough time
to mull it
wait
no
*
the stretching of a rubber band
fraying and frays and such
the rubber coming apart in cleanliness
until it snaps
shooting in opposite directions
they used to think of strands of spun yarn
but I think of rubber bands
for I am of my time
and they of theirs
to them
raise your spirits and say
I am the spirit of my time
*
it follows
like that dog in that movie
no matter how many sticks and rocks
are hurled towards
it slinks after
in your wake
*
you never give me your time
only paper metaphors for it
there is no value in things
but what we say it comes to
*
how do we waste time
something that we've never
really established what is
we lack the vocabulary
*
the movie
you knew that eventually I'd return
to the movie
how can I not question
a length of time this
set
it's easy
I do it like this
*
narrative exists without time
*
the flight of an arrow
half the flight
is more than half the duration
because the missile
slows down
unless gravity compensates
I am not a physicist
I failed math doubly
though I love it
you fail the loves you one time two times
*
memory is the negation of time
memory is a celebration of time
memory is time
memory is an inexact science
memory is faulty
memory will never supercede movies
memory is imagination
what memory is I can't tell
memory is the end of time
memory is a death of time
memory is time
*
I won't say which time
you came
I just wanted to confirm
that it could be said
that you are being
*
the only question that one needs to ponder
at this point in time
is whether you would want an eternity
of dull averageness
or a single moment of infinite pleasure
followed by an eternity of misery
no there are no other options
death is not an option
*
time is spent right
like an issue forth
that or other likes
will be grown acres
*
I remember long links of equateds
graffitied on walls and bus shelters
starting with time
and ending in sex
going through permutations of money
power
and other such nouns
*
I have been taught to manage time
yet time still riots
setting fire to machinery
soiling flesh with ash
*
the roman candle erupted
and we watched it
for a while
light on snow
sparks melting individual snow crystals
the water froze again
forming ice
instead of snow
*
you grow taller in time
your skin ever closer to my eyes
pushed up like the Himalayas
as India slides ever further
*
a spring stretched by my hands
held fast to the floor by my feet
this is a way to think of time
another way would be to say
that I am a statue
stretching a marble spring
some would say
that the sculptor was punning
on the nature of time
or rather the time of nature
that time begins with spring
and ends with winter
but I agree with my time
that if time could be thought of
as having a beginning and an end
both would be best imagined
as winter
*
the rhythmic time
of seasons seems too slow
the four four beat
seems to slow
with each passing year
the rhythms of day and night
are better to dance to
spinning and spinning
moving in a circle
around a point that moves in a circle
around a point that's moving
away from the starting point
*
the order of letters
is a metaphor of time
a bee see
a metaphor in the wrong tense
the sentence with a full stop
metaphor
the book with closable covers
et cetera you get what I'm carrying on
and so on
until we come to the poem
with its lines
receding downwards
to a defined end
demarked by lack