Weird Stuff
I'm reading weird stuff about how time is not real,
so, I'm counting steps and watching
how clocks tend to watch each other.
Inside Trader Joe's, kids arrive out of nowhere,
of course, I am in the fancy snack aisle,
and small aliens are always popping in and out
of those candy dreams.
I look at my ten-dollar watch,
amazingly it is still working after 2 months of hard use,
It's about 10 minutes slow,
or is this Eastern time zone too fast?
The parking lot traffic is crawling or has come to a halt.
Clearly marked time-shifting spaces try hard to avoid
random dings.
Back home, I open the weird book again.
It explains that even now, in another reality,
I am being placed on a booster seat
in an intergalactic vehicle
clearly yelling for more candy.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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