The 365 Project

the tree outside squeaking heavy with tiny hollow-boned birds weightless
brown puffs of seeded white bellies behind them the dusky sky before the
curtain is pulled back illuminating the deception of old gods constellations pinprick white lights waiting for some kid to shoot ‘em out

you know how it goes your petals drop though your feet are deep in the dirt
like daisies pushing up through the rainy day sidewalk in kid’s colored chalk
the lobster sings when he hits the pan he takes it like a man
the cook faces the music as the glass pinches the sand

time is time
make up your mind
time is time
make up your mind

when it gets down to it no matter how many times venus crosses the sky
our eyes refuse to believe she’s anything but a star lost missing her arms
a cool pale violet diamond hung ‘round the neck of a moon she can’t embrace
what a waste all the world’s lovers can’t escape the treason of dreams

in the great lottery we’ve won a prize we all die but we get a little slice
of heavenly pie cut six-point-five billion times all in one bite and you smile
then forever in your stomach it glows to remind you that time won’t bind you
and the three vultures still eye you with delicious suspicions that there is

time is time
make up your mind
time is time
make up your mind

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