Time: Love/Hate

i.
sometimes i
wanted time
to go by
fast

days and hours
just slow cars
to hurry
past

traffic jams
to work a-
round to Fri-
day night

where Mary
waits don’t be
late the star's
dark light

ii.
and at other times, breezing
across the rink’s blistering
cold

we’re begging and we’re pleading
o time, won’t you pretty please
slow

as we jetpack yet closer
to that jaggedy jet-black
hole

and we hear, it’s not a dream,
the night nurse's grippy shoes
squeaking in the hall

Skirting Frozen Pond