Obese Time, filled with to-dos
Eats up its own children,
the fleeting minutes escaping
into the too-much landscape
littered with lists
real or imagined
written or implicit.
On lucky days
Time slips
out of sight and mind
where lists can’t follow.
.
Zombie phrase for the day: I think I lost my list.
Ahhhhhhddiihhhhgggh ahh baahhhddd bahhh ihhdd.
