{to pass the time}

it's not enough
I hear you
your voice

a smudge
ink on the headlights
blinding
dark and ticking
stained and dangerous

not enough
not enough

more tape
more paper
more glue

out of focus
out of time
end

pass
pass
pass

3 comments:

Harlequin said...

having seen this post and the one following it, I like how you have connected process and image... I like how you have left your breadcrumbs...
on the edge of the dark forest...

Hopper said...

Hi Fern,

This is a lovely poem... and it reminds me of some of Beckett's poetry too... here's a copy of one of his called WHAT IS THE WORD:

folly -
folly for to -
for to -
what is the word -
folly from this -
all this -
folly from all this -
given -
folly given all this -
seeing -
folly seeing all this -
this -
what is the word -
this this -
this this here -
all this this here -
folly given all this -
seeing -
folly seeing all this this here -
for to -
what is the word -
see -
glimpse -
seem to glimpse -
need to seem to glimpse -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse -
what -
what is the word -
and where -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse what where -
where -
what is the word -
there -
over there -
away over there -
afar -
afar away over there -
afaint -
afaint afar away over there what -
what -
what is the word -
seeing all this -
all this this -
all this this here -
folly for to see what -
glimpse -
seem to glimpse -
need to seem to glimpse -
afaint afar away over there what -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse afaint afar away over there what -
what -
what is the word -

what is the word

Fern said...

I suppose I ought to look into this Beckett fellow further.

Before now all I knew was Waiting For Godot.