Time Slips

Alistair was always interested in the function of time and it's effects on perception - at school he was for a long while confused by time and as a result it wasn't until his early twenties that he learned how to actually tell the time. This next poem deals with his thoughts on time and how inevitable destruction awaits us all no matter how old we are or, indeed, what time it is. In Alistair's world tea time and breakfast time were one and the same - age had no meaning.

Time Slips
Time twists the head off the dog
Wrenches at the heart
Splits the soul in two
And vanishes into the silent dawn
Beaten back by the gorse bush fire
In retreat
As fire falls from the sky
With the naked eye
Watching
Payback time
You killed some of our donkeys
We'll kill some of yours
My president is bigger than your evil madman ruler
Yeah but my ruler is no worse than your evil madman president
Slipping back in time
An eye for an eye
Turn the other cheek
But not this week
Time for war
Time to kill
Beating time into submission
Watch the world burn