this time, every time

i want to forget about time,
all the time,
because it brings me down,
most of the time.
that's a lot of time
(not really,
never enough.)

my watch is not time,
i am.
and so are your eyes.
in them i am lost,
and time -
oh
forget it.



this one is poem two of my new book called '(because there is no story about you, only oral histories and folk tales)'