DEAD RECKONING
just a flash
a photon of
light
could be a
wave could
be a
particle
my eyes
not exactly twin
slits
so why
should I give a fuck
if every
experiment goes paradox
flicker
in the void
not even
to even be
that would be
blown out
of all proportion
and no night
spent with you to
posit
as my salvation
unless my sense
of true dead reckoning
is thing
absolutely wrong
or only valid
between the hours
on weekdays
nine to
five
or when the temperature sticks
at absolute zero
and truth be told
much red wine in my system
I however it is
construed, whatever
angle
is taken
I have been waiting all along
in my most
chaotic of configurations
perhaps when
you do
hourglass it
from the light this candle
beginning of time
should
time have a beginning
if it
make any sense at all
poems 2 die for 