Hourglass
So he steals five grains from
My hourglass and I just about
Seem to reach the other side
Of the Rub’ al Khali with no
Change in my pocket of
Dreams where you’re supposed
To have built this wonderful life
For the love we make every night
In the dark corners of some
Brightly lit cloud; Zeus’
Thunderbolts and Poseidon’s
Murky wetness chain me to those
Impossible moments where I know
I’m just in love with the thought
Of sanity and I’d gladly pay a
King’s ransom to be the man who
Leaves his dirty boxers strewn across
The floor of your soul I thought maybe
I put the key to your whole around
My neck but some days I just want
The key to your hole so forgive my
Aggressive poems; I had to scribble
Them on cave walls with broken
Bones just to keep them alive for
A generation of minutes maybe five
Million grains of sand will buy me
An hour to tell you how much I love you
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