Passing the past,

Gassing the last,

Fasting the cast,

Vast is my ass…

The past is not forgotten,

The future is misbegotten,

The present is always rotten,

Traveling amongst the three,

Requires a soft seat made of cotton…

Stopping at any point,

Is the result of smoking a joint,

Each stop is a place to disappoint,

Even to those who do initially anoint…

Time is transposition,

Life therein is basically transmission,

Needed to figure it, is a mathematician,

I’ve found myself to be only a theoretician…

So do I only transpose,

Or do I only compose,

Through most movement I do doze,

In the end death is interposed…

© ed ~ 11/23/11