Time

Tick

Black tiles 

Painted white 

Secret files out of sight 

Falling into the sky 

And landing on our feet 

A bucketful of clouds 

Poured down the drain 

I turn on a hose 

And it sprays oil 

Turning my hands black 

The grass is a gray memory 

Of when there was water 

And the knife in the dead sod 

Is a dream of when there was 

You's and me's 

Killing each other 

Just to pass the time

*******

A New World 

Overflowing with 

Rocks and color 

Receding waters 

And moonless nights 

Money is 

Trampled in the dirt 

And every man 

For himself 

Pockets heavy 

With bullets 

Painting cathedral walls 

Red with 

Spilled blood 

Coating the door knobs 

With piss 

Taking 

What is not 

Yours 

Oh Mara, 

If you could see the 

Soil now 

Author's Note

Time doesnt exist.

Reviews

[Crusty Pizza Stain]

a nice one...time doesn't exist, but clocks do

[Chadvonswan]

Clox, man. Thanks for reading, HAROLD

[Revolutionary]

the image was rivetingly disturbing.especially the oil from the hose.I feel like time is dirty right now.Must wash the time away

[MomzillaNC]

An image painted with words…

[ZackOfBridge]

You's and me's
Killing eachother
Just to pass the time

Love that s**t Max. Nice expressive poem here, paints a dusty disillusioned word photo of the Ranchos.
There is one part that throws off the rhythm, for me anyway. A bucketful of clouds 'has been'. The 'has been' takes me out of this great rhythm you created. Nothing major. Keep em tummin.

[Chadvonswan]

You make a good point Zachary. I will edit that s**t up. Thanks for reading man!

[ZackOfBridge]

Yeah ofcourse brah, Ey send me a message with your address

[Amber Lily]

Clocks are scary things... but I think it's more so the concept of time itself. There's no stopping it, and it has seen everything that has ever happened or existed. It knows everyone's secrets, yet hide it from the people in the present.
Your poem made me think of just how much time is not in our control. Well done! :)