And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep? (poetry)

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by etouffee

Fri Dec 05 2008 at 3:56:57

The past is measured by monuments and mementos;
the future by tea leaves and psychics.
Who measures the present?

How would my life be different if I could fast forward to the future?
It is fluid, there in my mind with my eyes closed
Future imperfect

Here, at this breakfast table I am reading yesterday's news
listening to the radio, trying to understand today

How much of the present is mine to keep?
How much is gone before I remember to save it?

I wanted to see how many times he wouldn't ask.	Sometimes I think he forgets, and I need this, this night	I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.	October 17, 2007
you kissed me on that night you can't remember	How America was mapped	Treatise on Time (You Fucko)	June 11, 2008
Introspection is probably not as valuable as you think	how to breathe	Memories are meant to fade : They're designed that way for a reason	I need your pain or I will not live
Forget, Saskatchewan	Noders' poetry

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