Time hurries on

Some hours my eyes bleed black

And my tongue is a pendulum

Swaying in tempo-ed time

Saying nothing

And keeping my teeth

Loose and rotten

From falling out

My navel sags

Into the marbled purplewhite

Of my stretch marks

A nucleus in a map

Of past overabundance

I run a hand through my night-oiled hair

And a fingernail catches

Where the split

Lies between white

And flesh-colored keratin

I should cut it,

But I like the length

Some hours my knees bend back at the joints

And my shoulders writhe

With upside-down deltoids

Pulling nowhere

But back in years

Hours are rotten

And falling out

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written September, 2007.

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