Sand Time Time is like sand
slipping,
world churning
shriveling down,
seems so grainy
memories,
turn sand to salt,
doused with a
hose straight out of the Garden of Eden,
tears slide
epiphanies ride
on thru the frontal lobe tracks,
like trains rolling thru
time,
squeeze your brain like lime
memories drip,
sometimes bitter sour,
into your soul,
take a sip,
sweetness rips likea spinal earthquake
your eyes flood sass,
you slip to your back lian in mud,
stuck stare up at sky,
fuck you so high
we’re ridin’ on time