This thing keeps on coming
off and making all of us stop
and wait for thick fingers to
force it back on
unfamiliar with the progression
of time in a journey, it
fails to see what all the fuss
is about.
After all, it's not really going anywhere
just moving around in circles.
It doesn't seem to want conversation, but
gets my blossoming rosary of
curses and horrible utterances
anyway
Time is not any real thing at all,
the smart people say this
by way of excuse,but tell that
to someone who is thirsty
or hungry or horny or bored
or who really wants to pee
At the mercy of this piece of
metal, being a fucking
bastard and making
me walk three miles
looking like a giant piece of fruit
or a court jester
in pants so tight
i swear they can tell if
i've been circumcised
at fifty paces,
at this moment I can sense my
place in the universe
and it ain't very prominent..
There will be no
parade
at the end of the
tour.
