Out of Time

Sometimes I wake up in a room

& don’t know where I am.

My partner’s?

My daughter’s?

Home?

Sometimes I walk into a room that isn’t

even there.

carrying two cups of coffee,

one for me, one for her

and a Sunday Mail under my arm

but that was yesterday.

I’m in the 4th dimension now.

Somewhere in the distance a crow caws, a cat hisses, an old CD

is playing, ‘You’re out of time, my baby’.

I scratch my head, my balls.

How do I get back Where’s the exit door?

The entrance?

Help.

32 thoughts on “Out of Time

  1. It’s like going down a rabbit hole, John. 🙂
    “Caterpillar: Who are you?
    Alice: “I-I hardly know, sire, just at present-at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”

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