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Time Magician
Time doesn't fly; it sashays right on by. More magician than albatross. Playing shell games with dreams. An endless cosmic comedy starring the damned and the lost. I've degrees in procrastination earned a P.H.D in missed opportunity. Raised kittens to become lions-unlike me. Steering them clear of black holes and ravines. Around those that promise gemstone and flower. But only give slag, weed, and sorrow I thank my gilded father who gifted bushels of love. And the thorny step for every black period of snappy discipline. I thank the bouncer who stitched my runaway lips. The silver cop who shoehorned me onto a straight and narrow ship... without blowing me up or in. Now I pause to thank God, the farmer. Who watered and fed us during drought. I thank the false prophets and haters. Who never bothered to turn our satin hearts to rust. (Sometimes there's nothing more important than a spray of indifference and a burst of great luck. ...as the end draws closer, I lay down regret and failures in full light. In the form of a pyramid. At the base lies a tangle of selfish snakes. In the middle is abused and misplaced time. At the top, a magician juggling sprinting dreams. That I was never fleet nor clever enough to overtake. Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2026
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