Time swam like a fish
all blurred lines
and go-faster stripes
Even dull drawn-out days
disappeared in clumps
Those days of headaches
and eyes strained from staring
hour upon hour
at obnoxious screens
You’d think they’d drag!
Wouldn’t you? But no,
the brakes on life had jammed and so
they all just whizzed on past her
until there was nothing but
the sharp end of life to crash
head on into.
Poetry for Dullards 