October 24, 2019Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment KEEPING TIME They are going cashless down the soup kitchen they have a card that counts the number of sandwiches and cups of soup you procure of an evening. So you don’t overeat what you can’t see under the stray lighting of the car park Hi-vis gear is the fashion lest one gets run over or picked-up with the recycling asleep amongst the cans of special brew and valium strips It doesn’t need to be here where I sealed off the unit timed oscillating valves that are running the huge metronome that keeps timing for the aged who need to know it is to the ends of time that they are walking. I will be here where they walk but not when they ask for it God is the number I call and he is not listening to me here where I sit alone. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2019 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...