Do you need time?
What a strange question,
how do we have time?
Is it even possible
to possess it,
floating guff cloud
of infinite demise!
I popped in here,
just for a second,
then died.
Did some personal stuff,
not publishable,
you know…
Did some public stuff,
nothing fancy,
polite, lawful and kind.
Didn’t stick to the rules,
I stopped making money
for fools.
I slowly watched
as the rockets flew past,
the darkness came
without rehearsal,
should’ve run for my life.
I was still here
passing the time queer,
maybe just not as expected,
something darker and neglected.
I like rainbows,
manifesting from emptiness,
be who you are,
time’s far too short
to be loved from afar.
A Fool's Handbook 