Time (to Zero)

Tick, clock shock. Brain on the sidewalk. Sunrise, black coffee. Another day, same old prophecy. Greyhound through the Nowhere. Names blur in the rearview mirror. Words scatter like Benzedrine. On a page, unseen. Time, a junkyard of yesterdays. Broken watches, forgotten plays. We're chasing the NOW down a blind alley. While the future's a ghost in the transistor radio static. Smoke rings form a cathedral. Dissolve 'fore they reach the steeple. A laugh, a sigh, a subway's roar. Then it's gone, knocking at some other door. Mind's a cracked hourglass. Each grain a dream that didn't last. The past is a fiction, slick and neat. The present's a buzzing, incomplete beat. Time, a junkyard of yesterdays. Broken watches, forgotten plays. We're burning the NOW for a transient light. As the universe winks, going out for the night. Mad to live. Mad to talk. Mad to be. Gone, by the time you read this footnote.