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Redeem the Time

My mantra used to be...

Pour the glass half empty...

Hide under a rock...

Curl up in a ball, counting backwards from 100...

Let your limbs go slack...

Sleep in until dusk...

Walk toward the donut shop - never arriving...

Stop at green lights...

Pull over then and tell the officer a story...

Failing to make eye contact...

Stay in your room at night reading old Life magazines...

Play solo tetherball to lose...

Avoid avoid avoid the mindless crowds....

Go days without smiling - make your face like stone...

Let each golden opportunity go by untouched...

Let someone else steal the spotlight - this one is not for you...

Hold at arms length the material snares...

Avoid alcohol, tobacco, LSD, heroin, sedatives, amphetamines, aspirin, cold remedies, cough syrup...

Shun the most basic of human encounters,  handshakes, hugs, cuddles, hand-holds, trysts,  flings, affairs, peccadilloes, relationships in general...

Concoct a drug of your own making in the brain - this in itself will strap you to the gurney...

Remember that daydreams are worth more than gold...

And in them - the beautiful people come round...

Your audience exists in the mind alone...

Squander the time that other spend on taxes and weightlifting...

Count the rivulets of the ocean waves at calm midday...

Imagining the invisible stars...

As gravity grinds forward - the aging faces ...


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