No Time

No time

When everything happens at once we

Enter the quantum era where all the

Web nostrils will be tenderised by the weight

Of all the flesh fallen from the carcass of the

Flesh-eating monger named Josephine Baker

Called so for her blond tresses and

Figurative full-timed use of the word

Dreamer.

A computer doesn’t know it is about to be composed

Of another form, namely a real framework

Of quanta that do not go between the legs

Of the sock-torn named athlete

Of the times

Usain Bolt’s brassiere is weeping

For the breast-like filtration unit of God,

Namely milk, please?

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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