Time
Nourishes my feelings
As i drag out the
never ending end
Pushing the frontier
Miles and a notch
further down the
line - who set the
line my skewered
mind asks? Frumpy
pigeons, holy waters
berserk nuns, weezing
daffodils- answers
spray their selves
as much as quizzes
on this wee
red carpet of
my existence, my
standing out
as i ponder
this puzzle time
fleets further
down the line
Michael Witkowski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brisk-time/
