misconstrued space
linear object-naivety
exudes this place
high-rise freeway three-dimensional waste

The holidays are chocolate,
Like nectar on the first square.
Days piled up to mountain ranges,
With heady scents of dizzy sugar promises.
And the whole week, expectant
In my waiting palm.

I eat like the starving
My mouth sours with greed
And my throat is thick with time.
Time gulped and wasted and sickening.
Compelled by addiction to continue
Hewing the diminished peaks.

And then all that remains
Is the corner of weekend
That reluctantly melts itself out
In the cradle of my tongue. Bittersweet.
And the excess floods the cracks
Of my famished lips.

Take your time she said,
Those words linger in my head,
Like an auto-tuned pop song leaves your consciousness begging for air.

Take your time she said,
Those words stay with me till I'm dead,
Like a bad choice of tattoo begging to be drowned in your body hair.

We're told time,
Is never time at all,
It's never too late,
It's never too early,
Your time will come,
Your time has passed...

But what is 'Your time'?
What is my time?
What, is time?

The most precious commodity in our world, yet we don't know it?
We measure every second, every minute, every hour, but never know it's true length?
It is our whole world, we're surrounded by it, but always looking for more...
More time,
The right time,
The first time,
The last time...?

Time is what you wasted, while trying to spend it wisely,
Time is what you never have enough of, until you have too much,
Time is what you spend, while watching it all slip away....

Take your time, she said.

Tick tick tock
Chimes the clock
As the hands spin in circles
Never to return
Once it's gone we must learn
That the time will never come back
And why oh why
Did I waste my time
On you

You sided with her
When the fight broke out
When I critized her
You would scream and shout
Why did I waste the time

I tried my best
To always please you
I would act as though the things
You did
Never bothered me too
Why did I waste the time

I tried to get your attention
Worried about clothes and hair
But when I came
You were know one knew where
Why did I waste the time

You'd cowar and scream
Giggle and hide
You knew nothing about love
Yet I stuck along in your tide
Why did I waste the time

And finally when I broke off
The foolish thing that was us
I realized I was fine
Even though you would cry and fuss
So I think to myself
Why did I waste the time

I’ve dubbed my wastebasket the wishing well
Well I wish for nothing more than a dime of
creativity to hit me,  ripple across my wrinkles
Knocking some sense in,
sink beneath my pores
So swallow my codswallop wishing well
because this is another petty penny for you.

© Matthew Harlovic

You always waste time,
But what you can't see is this:
Time is wasting you.