Killing Time

Let’s kill it entertainingly.

I’ll be as horrible as you,

you be as horrible as me.

Let’s conjure up the view

from which I’m seen

about which I’ve no clue

and let’s collude as well

in opening the door

to your inimitable hell –

musing on the range

of strange exactitudes

we’re using to derange

ourselves in others’ eyes.

It may be that this

won’t be a surprise

to us, but after we

are bummed, benumbed

and otherwise sufficiently

have plumbed the crime,

we’ll no doubt find

we’ve killed a lot of time.

By the way, regarding which,

time doesn’t, won’t and never

did exist. Now that’s a bitch.

All that stuff we’re spilling

we believe we leave for dead?

Wonder what we’re killing.

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