The Chill of Heat

Time passes roachlike,

Wobbling and pausing,

As if some of its extremities

Had already been severed.

A clock mindset embodying the whole of infinity,

An enigma climbing up a kitchen wall,

The very thought of it

Conjuring up these itsy-bitsy shivers,

These hot, tick-tock maniacal thoughts.

It must be the heat.

Neither one of us

Can cool down,

Even on brisk winter nights.

Oh, menacing Time,

You need cold showers to cool off.

And so do I.

Makin’ it to a hundred

Is bound to break a sweat a few times,

Ya know?