tiempo

a couple minutes
can turn into hours gripping
into unworthy spines
tingling and jiggling
into infinity squared
and quadrupled in our eyes
is there no limit?
how can it glide by your fingers
soggily dripping
into eternity
a pain forever in your heart
in my heart
time stops
and waits for no man
but i'm no man
then i guess i'm still young
then tell me
why do i feel so old?

-winston campbell-