How Impatience Wrecks Havoc At My Door
The unchangeable feast of time assaults me once again –
fisting my mind; twisting my thoughts
til I know not where I am
once again.
The heaviness of time’s embodiment
chokes me;
suffocating what little breath of air I have left here
on this earth.
Remember me, dear stranger?
I was the wasted woman in rags
who you ignorantly trampled upon.
Oh, about say, one hour ago.
The last of my dying words were wrangled from this bitter cold.
I do not want to stay for another Winter’s day.
So, I fuse my lips
and make a deep roar from within my throat’s chamber –
and there I find,
that it armors me
to fight another round.
But I am not an ally to time, my friend –
I do not wish to converse with him.
In my dying hour,
in my last embrace from this rigid, disgusting life,
I repel the universe’s generosity
to extend my time here for even one more day.
This is my last hour.
This is my last frolic among earth’s menagerie –
and though a beauty is she,
I must nod my head
in a silent goodbye.
I will be noble.
I will be humble.
Do me a solid, sir,
if worth your while,
please –
shave a few seconds from my existing hour.
36,000 is too large for me to count
inside this jumbled mind.
Too long for me to wait, too, if you really must know.
My invisible suitcases are packed
as I vigorously await for that dull, stagnant, train
to reluctantly pull into the station.
My one hour is almost up.
And with my feet twitching on the platform of death’s door,
I step onto that last car –
and off I go sailing.
Divorce
Toe taps. Never understood how annoying they were especially since he has never showed up for this appointment on time anyways. I mean if you are paying someone $500 an hour, you might want to be on time. But maybe that is why we are getting the divorce. He respects his time more than mine. But to be fair I've done some crappy things in this so-called relationship. But. also. if he doesn't show up I win and I get everything. Except. one point is the nagging feeling that I don't want that either. I sort of almost always have loved him. 2 minutes left...I assume it's over. The worst part is now...I just wanted to see him.
Divorce
Toe taps. Never understood how annoying they were especially since he has never showed up for this appointment on time anyways. I mean if you are paying someone $500 an hour, you might want to be on time. But maybe that is why we are getting the divorce. He respects his time more than mine. But to be fair I've done some crappy things in this so-called relationship. But. also. if he doesn't show up I win and I get everything. Except. one point is the nagging feeling that I don't want that either. I sort of almost always have loved him. 2 minutes left...I assume it's over. The worst part is now...I just wanted to see him.
Who’s Counting?
An hour is 60 minutes, 3,600 seconds, or 3,600,000 milliseconds. But it's just enough time to save or ruin the remaining 26,280,000 minutes, 1,576,800,000 seconds, or 1,576,800,000,000 milliseconds you have left. That's about 1,839,600,000 heartbeats, give or take--adjusted by the saving or the ruining.
Algebra
In simple stop watch
calculation,
One hour is 60 minutes
. . . .is 3600 seconds. . . .
3600000 milliseconds.
But 5 minutes added,
here and there
throughout the 24
in a day,
is Twice that.
I'll ponder That.
Next time,
I'm thinking
of melted snow
in July. . . .
on a sailboat
out the window
in Greenland harbor.
05.28.2023
An hour challenge @JohnAulus