time | Fred Aiken Writing

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time trouble is perhaps one of the worst things that can happen to you in life,

when you’re confronted by the crackling of springs and clicks

composed in such a manner,

taunt, spinning, in that repetitive manner that makes everything look exactly alike,

while telling yourself it’s all different,

your making something unique,

but time makes everyone repetitive and droning,

because nothing has never come from nothing,

unless you’re talking about that knight fork that came outta nowhere

time is the girlfriend that keeps racking up one large bill after another

always telling me she’ll slow down, that this is the last Gucci whatever she will buy,

all the while I know she’s getting ready for another coke-fueled night of spending me dry,

curled over on the couch hoping that one day it will stop

while also being too afraid to leave myself,

hoping, against hope, against sanity, with some sort of masochistic delight,

that the torture continues into the night into the morning into the year into the decade,

until one day I wake up, completely spent, decrepit, in horrible credit card debt,

but still grateful that time keeps kicking me over and over, begging her not to stop

Fred Aiken Writing