everything falls away

time is rust

oxidising beliefs

politics

sexual desires

wants

personality

lifestyle

& it creeps

in slow dust

inertia

until one day

you look around

wonder

how did I get here

become this?

& time snickers

there in the wings

you thought you had her

& instead

she has

will have you

every last drop

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s