Michael Witkowski - Brisk time

Time
Nourishes my feelings
As i drag out the
never ending end

Pushing the frontier
Miles and a notch
further down the

line - who set the
line my skewered
mind asks? Frumpy

pigeons, holy waters
berserk nuns, weezing
daffodils- answers

spray their selves
as much as quizzes
on this wee

red carpet of
my existence, my
standing out

as i ponder
this puzzle time
fleets further

down the line

Michael Witkowski

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brisk-time/