Indie Scribe Magazine August 2014 | Page 32

the time is more than out of joint

it's shattered

fractured into orthogonal fragments

scattered helterskelter in a continuum

that really isn't much of one anymore

a blink can last a lifetime

turn around and it's next year

no point in schedules

timetables

alarmclocks

all reduced to the past tense

of pointlessness

we're out there floating in a sea

of space junk

dodging and weaving

in waves of catastrophe