blog

pensées

poems

2020s

2010s

2000s

1990s

1980s

1970s

publications


dreams

recordings

verse


books

reading list

wishlist


blog archives
Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Time, chewing (Dobyns)

But time is like a fat man at a banquet table—
he gobbles up the future and shits it into the past.
If we listen, we can even hear him chewing: days come,

days gone, days come, days gone. Who will save us?
We are lackluster virgins which the mustachioed world
ties to the train tracks of tomorrow's locomotive.

Stephen Dobyns, from "Inappropriate Gestures"

Labels:

Subscribe to
Posts [Atom]


Defender of Truth & Justice since (approx.) 1973!

© 1996 - 2022
All rights reserved.
Michael C. Rush
rushmc @ webnesia.com

(Site was originally called @ Wit's End, then
The Shattered Mirror, before becoming Webnesia.)