poems written on the fly

the unanswerable quesion of time that people ask when they have too much of it

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 25 December 2007 at 6:40 am

Is there time?
with all the waste
the things we do
perpetually
perpetrating
the idea of busyness

Is there time
to live, to think,
to be?

Or are we simply
taking up space
in between commercials
waiting to purchase cheap thrills
in a Chinese box?

  1. As I recently wrote in one of my blogs “Time is all you have”…
    Is there not an endless amount of time? – I decide what I do IN TIME – time is the only thing that is given – TIME IS.

    Happy New Year

    You find that blog at:
    http://trashprint.wordpress.com/2007/12/28/scary-movie/#comments

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    trashprint 4 January 2008 at 7am