Time Piles By; Lazy Title by Earl Nobdy

Time piles by–

–in an overswole station wagon

Off to parts unknown:

Here there be Nasties,

Aging of all shape & kind–

Forget it, Jacques, 'tis the Future.

Best let bygone days be just that,

Bye, gone!

Lost in the fire from the crash of the car,

All our albums up in flames

Crisp curling windows by the page,

So many mirrors glance retrograde.

There stands the protean Now,

Moment by moment the same but different,

Impossible to pin down–

Yet is what is what is what is,

Only everything at once,

Tho the once is lost

The instant it is known.

But again of that wagon,

Overswole approaching Infinity.

By halflives Time breaks free from Time,

In other words, Never Noway Nohow–

We are forever further away the closer we get

Till tide time takes a stagger back

Into the sea oblivion

From whence it first ticked its tock.

Lazy Title–

–lays claim to the following:

Whatever comes next–

Automatic semaphore,

Or some exquisite corpse

Taking shape before our eyes.

Have it what you will,

This is a song about singing.

I’ve always been self–

Conscious of my voice,

Except in the shower,

Also early in the morning.

No, it’s a protest pome,

Uncle Walt’s grocery list,

Jazz bastard child

Has a million frilly fathers–

An amalgam accumulating,

Arriving at a present point.

Of which I do have one,

Is that a heart is beating,

Since not so secretly

Every line is about Luv,

Or else Death–

What’s the difference?