Time x Tea

Why am I leaning on my clock

Poor thing never blundered

Maybe that's the fault 

If gods were clocks then I'm sure we'd never stop

Never take time out for tea again

All the more of us to never see again

When we're busy bloody blundering 

Or wondering 

Over our daily doldrum

 

I took a walk

And would you know

A god came up right behind me

He didn't say much 

But what he did 

I sure as hades don't remember

It was probably widening 

Enlightening 

Philosophically teeth-whitening

But I sure as hades didn't hear it 

Because to the truth the Tea 

Planned in ajust about an hour

Of train

Built on principles of the reality 

I abstain

Here he finds me naked

But for shallow remarks

And being a god

Nuff said

He saw to the bottom

I died 

It was uneventful

I was not in time for tea

Which I find simply distasteful

I talk with time

And discuss the merits of universal reform

He said the last one who tried that

Made a man without a father born

And he said those were enough ripples to satisfy the little ones

For now

Not me, though

Where's the fun in that?

Watching to wait? 

Waiting to watch?

I threw my watch at him

I must have lost my temper

He was not impressed

I sorta died again

I'm banished

In the way you will inevitably

Think of the color purple

But backwards

And sorta even more bored

But this time I don't have to worry about gods

Or Time

God.... He was a dick

But I don't necessarily have to worry about those either

No time for tea

Which I suppose means

Nothing

Which I suppose also means

Nothing 

So

In this case of the eventualities and frailties of prime to tertiary distances in the ordinary failing to represent the trails of whatever incendiary carapaces constancy,

I am no longer in time

For tea

I am outside of time

For tea

Which is just alright with me