IMPERSONAL TIME
There's solitaire orshooting hoops alone,
the chocolate box and book,
brew marathon with popcorn troth
and endless football on,
or wine by candle light
to set the tone.
At night when pie is calling
who has pride?
Some check while sober
if their fingers shake,
their face is swollen,
head or liver ache.
Your time-release,
progressive suicide?
With intrigue, porn,
we stretch erotic bliss.
If you want blindness
simply chug and chug.
We gorge on sugar, salt,
test doses and drug.
Get off! Get on! Get out!
It comes to this:
We fear true joy,
oblivion, or thrill.
It's not ourselves,
it's time we seek to kill.
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