Timepiece from LOUNGING POET by Charles Cicirella
Tracklist
| 11. | Timepiece | 3:02 |
Lyrics
Timepiece
I’ve only owned one timepiece in my life.
It was a Timex Snoopy watch with a Twist-O-Flex watchband.
I still think about it from time to time even though I have no clue where it may have ended up.
“God is a concept by which we measure our pain." John Lennon said that.
I think the same can be said for time. Especially if you squint your eyes and keep in mind that each and every one of us is running out the clock.
John may have been a spoiled prat, but he was also a human being who knew about pain and God in equal measures.
She apologized for hurting my feelings which was completely unnecessary because my feelings are fine and the reason I stopped talking to her was simply because I ran out of anything to say.
My timing was not the best in that particular situation, but shit happens and when it does it’s best to get most of it in the toilet avoiding the walls and floor if you possibly can help it.
My asshole is still not completely clean from the last time we had phone sex, but I am guessing if I keep an eye on it at some point the itching and the scratching will cease and desist.
I heard a baker read the other night. Made me wonder if the candlestick-maker and butcher were not far behind. Klecko reminded me of Tom Waits which I believe he’d take as a compliment. 3-2-1
I found myself really relating to the second St. Paul poet’s poem about falling out of a moving car when a child. Not because I ever have, but because it’s something I still think about doing either as a stuntman or stunted adult.
I desire to wind her timepiece, but I do not know her well enough. Plus she is married and more than likely does not appreciate men other than her husband futzing around with her watch works.
It is time to sing my song.
It is time to get along.
It is time to take to the stage and forget the audience and forget my birth and forget trying to reenact my death and just make something, anything happen before it’s too late and our chickens come home to roost and show us who’s boss and show us why time matters even though it is relative in the greater and lesser scheme of things.
Charles Cicirella
8/5/15
