Chronophobia

poem

Live for the moment,
live for the day:
make an impression
with feet of clay.
Pick up the pencil,
pick up in bars:
dance to the music
of crashing cars.
Remember the first time,
remember the last;
hold back the stop watch,
it's ticking too fast.
Do what you need to,
do what you must:
write in the water
with a handful of dust.

Reviews

[Roland Petrov]

"Of crashing guitars" would be nice, to remind us of that song by Roxette. That's the only improvement I can think of.

[Nomenklatura]

Ah well, I was thinking of car crash music, in the sense of disastrously cacophonous. It's a good description of Tom Waits' later efforts.
Thanks for reading and commenting.