Kit Kelen #873 - last drinks

873

last drinks

for Rob Schackne

we have to sue for a treaty with time

have to live with the thing

day in day out

we know this in our bones

know bones can travel on without

we have to be with the heavenly bodies

keep naming them at least

once money worried

death took a turn

now we have to end the war with time

promise a land of let live

it's like throwing stones at a wall

if one should hit, it catches

then the wall is more

old father of birth throes

won't throw in the towel

you can say river

you can say sea

time is the tree

climbed over the top

is deeper than first thirst

dust into bricks

bricks dust

up to our old tricks

always teaching new

worked years to have these years we're in

all hoping for forever

commands the whole economy

see in the glass

there's that much left

a little bird chimes

look into that sad face

clouds over like a world laid blank

out of the mouths of babes

what you'll get's endless puke

a slingshot could take out the clock

then you have spoilt time's flag for a trice

tick tock

you'll notice how we're gone

you won't

once it spread by poles and wire

or you could burn the stuff

it's one way all could haves

the other no ever or maybe not yet

nor need time ever spring to life

comes back?

do you think?

you can sleep through

if you don't love yourself, who will?

there's nothing we have to do

one moment in our heaven

a thousand years paid down