“ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD” 10 February 03

As years trickle away
the prisons become our homes
there’s less to say
and we speak only when it is worth the words

a litany of the usual things
I sit in my chair, and I think
of work and food and drinking
and my thinning hair

doing so much without meaning
work and fear and breathing
waiting for all the time in the world :
to retrieve me.

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