Monday, January 1, 1979

Is It Time?

Is It Time?

Depression sets in
it is nearer time to go than to stay
amid the stars and
sliced segments of orange moon

lips full of envy
and i have teeth to caress
this blood orange

listless limbs drape
over the sounds of a ticking clock
that melts down too slowly for time

it sets in for days 
memories of

my hands absently strokes my breast 
is that you i hear?
no? then melt down the clock faster 
it is not time yet.

added 2/2017

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