11/25/13

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 

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