TIME

Time is a little boy laughing heartily
before growing monsterlike in an instant
He drags your memories behind
plowing them painfully into the fire in your core
He throws embryonic thoughts ahead
but ties your hands and hides
the pencil

Don’t you worry ’bout time.
He arrives smooth as a gasp
invading your sphere
brutally changing everyting
turning his back on you
while pointy eyes clings to
your neck
leaving while staying.