Time

Salvador Dali, The Persistence of Memory (1931)

Time

3:11

I stand still

In a place

Breathing

One second in

One second out

A heart beat

Time runs through me

Where ever I stop

Though I missed the last train

Parallel tracks never to meet

Guthrie was bound for glory

I can’t predict my future

Only to know

It already happened

Someplace parallel

With a giant red

And lizard skin

Could that really be me

Or has the space

Between my ears

Morphed into your

Weird fantasy
Leaving me

Something you waste your time on

When you don’t have a pen

To write on the bathroom wall

Big Ben strikes

And the Thames flows down

Towards Greenwich

Where they lock up time

Between midnight and six

Save it in a glass

There’s far too much sand anyways

In the Sahara where men

Crash and burn their skin

Parched mouths

Fried eggs

And once again

I am late for breakfast

Wait a sec,

Can I do it again?

Or has Elvis left the building?