Orologio

Clocks don't click and sputter or whirl around in a frenzy anymore, they blink 12:00 persistently or they link up to some super-satellite, streaming through space keeping me ever ready and on time as I waste the minutes taking too long in the shower and singing to myself songs about being tired and anxious.  The digital age looms onward with its glittering electric bridges spanning out in unimaginable directions, fusing effortlessly with the next bridge and the next, but nothing concrete, no bustling second-hands, no pendulum tumbling back and forth like grandpa in his rocker with his war books, reminiscing and maybe even reliving Naples or Rome and the sunshine, and time.

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

the tender moments being buried in the rat race? or the feeling of its impending doom and ownership of the minutes of your life. Solution, a sharp knife i say and others willing to remind you that theres more minds than just yours wishing for your peace and the social climate to say do stop and smell those roses. in the moment before death when all is tallied thats whats going to flash and id love it if we knew. that those roses smell like sugar and sunshine. the little things in life.

i love it when you post.

[Kari [io]]

and food is in pill form and no one knows passion when they see it even if it is just in the form of a juicy t-bone and baked potato ... with lots of butter ... and sour cream.

damn shame.