Time is running away!

I forgot Time is an Olympic gold medal winner...

Hold my beer.. No, sorry.

Hold my coffee.

“Hey Time!!

... Bro stop!..

Sorry sis...!

Stop..

STOP....

Please..

Hey!”Hey!”

.

.

I think I should just wait here and Time will eventually run into me..

After all the world is round..

Or is it?..

Wasn’t it spherical the other day? Uh.. Yeah, that’s why the magnetic poles do not coincide with the geographical poles...

Oh! I remember. I’ve got my Physics test tomorrow..

Terry leaned in closer. His father’s voice was faint and coarse. With all the machines plugged in it seemed as if there were tubes everywhere. Despite his condition, his father had still managed to grab Terry’s hand, even as he struggled to breathe.

Terry held what felt like bones wrapped in translucent skin and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Sorry dad I couldn’t hear that.” Terry prompted quietly ,his face right next to him.

This would be the last conversation they would ever have, so Terry choked back the tears and tried to savour the moment. His eyes locked intently on his father’s thin and withdrawn face. He could hear the effort it took for his dad to breathe, mustering the effort to speak was completely draining what was left of his energy and Terry was half wishing he would stop.

“War eye...” He repeated weakly. Terry squeezed his hand again and told him to rest.

The hospice nurse standing at the bedside was understanding and patient.

“He hasn’t got long left now I’m afraid.” She had said half an hour ago, and for the past 30 minutes his father had drifted in and out of consciousness, desperately trying to say his last words.

Terry was heartbroken. Just last week his father, 85 years and counting, was strong, steady on his feet and in full control of his faculties. He was old no doubt about it and showing all the usual health issues associated with old age, but he was still active and able-bodied, with a steely determination to keep going.

Just one fall had taken that all away.

“War eye knee.” He breathed. Then stopped. The machines beeped and screeched. Doctors rushed to the bedside and the nurse kindly ushered Terry to one side as they busied themselves tending to his father.

“Don’t worry they often speak gibberish at the end. He wasn’t really aware, and he wasn’t in any pain.” She offered kindly.

Terry was in shock. The machines flatlined out and the doctors stepped back gravely giving him some space.

“That was the first time he’d ever said that.” Terry whispered, tears welling in his eyes.

“Said what dear? War eye knee?”

Terry nodded still staring incredulously at his father.

“My dad was half Chinese.” He explained ”‘Wo ai ni’ is Mandarin for ‘I love you’.”

All Argentinian apricots accumulate at acceptable amounts acquired antantidotes arduosly attained after atoning agrivated aphids, amusing asorted acrobatic arachnids, arousing amicable alpacas, atending augmented avacado auctions and avoiding abundant aborial ants.

But (bitter) blue bananas bestow beauty beyond bold benevelant babes before boyhood because becoming bitter betrays beurocratic borders bypassing beating bubbly brats.

I don’t believe the latter for a second.

Tweedledee and Tweedledum thrum and hum together. Sam I am convinces them to eat the Hearts of Queens instead of the sweet, sticky tarts. Jabberwockians play ice hockey in spring, and Alice slips down the rabbit hole in search of meaning and understanding how the universe came about. The white rabbit wears a hat. Why he chose to buy it from the Cat in the Hat instead of the mad Hatter, I’ll never know. The pocket fob slowly melts in a Daliesque manner, and everyone’s early for breakfast though late for the six-o-clock tea.

The clock tolls three.

I should go to bed,

but the words are restless in my head.

Dream-like phantoms

In a dance

seep into my sleepy circumstance.

Poems unwritten,

Prose unpursued,

Waiting, about the room are strewed.

But my eyelids lifted I cannot keep.

I’m a tea bag left too long to steep.

His head lays against my chest, his hair soaked with blood that stains my shirt. I see his eyes, red instead of white, teary instead of dry. He lifts his hand to my cheek, fixing a piece of my brown hair behind my ear.

¨You...I..I...can´t...leave...you.¨ Speaking makes him cough up blood, that spills out of the corner of his mouth and down his neck.

¨Shh. Don´t speak.¨ I feel the knot in my throat as words come out. I already know the truth. He´s going to die, but I tell myself it isn´t true.

¨I.....m...¨ His hand begins to slide down my face, touching my lips. ¨sorr..y¨ His hand falls heavy into my lap, my world falling with it.

The dark bravery of the moat -

The bracing winter melts.

The wide eyed smile of the boat

As it licks and sticks on felt.

Feelings feeling starch

Loose and blowing in the rocks

Crashing ships drawing cheering crowds

Who splinter and eat the docks.

Standing still while dancing,

Music to my tears.

Don’t you see the coral prancing?

And stinging in my ears.

My, the years have sped so slow

Time marches into the wall

Never to be stopped or go.

Catch the wind that breaks your fall.

Smacks to the left side stern

Drive the sword into the switch

What has been stolen, has been earned

Line down and flavor the itch.

I hate people. For some reason strawberries too. The strawberries look like a small and plucked heart in my eyes. I am a stranger. I doubt everything. When I hear the name mango, I feel sad. I don't like the weather today. When I spend a lot of time in front of my computer, my back aches. See, people go to work and study early in the morning. Not to starve. Public transport is ridiculous. The bus is too shabby. The bosses at the office are also short-sighted. Who elected them as directors? Being a leader, a legacy from his mother? Cute cats! Why do you scream? What do you say? Food? I don't even have food! What should I do? Scream as cats? Probably anxious people threw food for cats, but they shot me in the head. So, I hate cats as well as humans!

I hate everyone! I'm crazy!

Once upon a time,

Gretel pushed the witch into the oven.

So Jack climbed the beanstalk.

The princess let the prince into her tower by letting down her long hair.

And the frog kissed the princess.

Snow White entered the tiny little cottage and fell fast asleep.

And Aladdin rubbed the lamp.

Goldilocks ate some of the porridge, but it was too hot.

The Wolf blew the stick house down.

But he got hungry from all that blowing,

so he ate up poor Little Red Riding Hood.

Cinderella tried on the golden slipper...

Now we're all a little mixed up!

;)