when you tear your eyes open in the night like so
at 4 am when darkness is about to peak
and get in a car to sit in narrow warmth
your back against a black leather seat
thinking, driven
you are on a mission
and so is every other pair of lights
ocasionally speeding into your eyesight
litting up like matches that vanish
with
tyres untired because they must
if the driver awoke indeed they must
brave the cold that follows like glued shadow
going somewhere meaningful
or coming from whoever didn't let them go
until now
so late it's nearly early.
Um espaço de palavras e pensamentos, às vezes ambos/A space of words and thoughts, sometimes both. Aveiro, Portugal/Cambridge, United Kingdom. Às vezes em Português/Sometimes in English.
April 10, 2016
April 06, 2016
timewasting.wastingtime
I don’t waste time
Handling my hair
Wild as it wakes -
Is, goes.
Waste time, time wasting
Without time tables
Wasting time.
I waste time, time wasting
Time wasting, I waste time.
Tick tock
Time waste
Waste time
Tock tick
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Stop. Be deep.
Pile of books rests on the table
-
Look at it!
Wasting time.
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Add up the times you wasted
Wasting time
The very act
Is timed
wasted.
I wrote this last year, wasting time. Always suitable. Now I'm posting it, time wasting.
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