Time. Gentle. Man. Please.A Poem by MarltonSome change angst.Time always feels warm and fat to me,
And I have pillow pressed my face to it as a man,
Like I did my Nan’s ample, aproned belly, as a child.
But now,
in between these moments of self-imposed change
I can feel it attenuating,
suddenly anorexic, pale and panicked.
It is as if, in choosing all these individual endings,
I have unwittingly chosen a bigger one,
Still unclear to me but looming,
An unravelling that I cannot now control,
As time size zeros, all rice cakes and f**s,
looking at me with bony, accusing eyes.
Every thing,
Every one,
Every place,
Every time,
Ends.
March 2009
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1 Review Added on March 23, 2009 Last Updated on April 13, 2009 AuthorMarltonNorwich, United KingdomAboutPlays and poems. Self-indulgence and mild success. Approbation from outside but self-accussed. Kenneth Williams versus Kenneth Anger. more..Writing
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