Christian Konopka

I’ve killed time
and tried to hide it
yet no one came
to try me
for trying

It is dead only
for a flash

back around to haunt me
I tried to poke
cigarettes
at it

Time

I’ve killed time
so many times
time and time again
and yet it is back
as if nothing everhappened

to cover it
with un-food and
oceans of coffee
I tried to stare holes
into it

scaring it away
with looks of
intense boredom
I tried indifference
but it couldn’t be ignored

love must be
time
to be that strong
to be that present
amidst the flurry
of fragmented
notions
and motions

to be and to heal
just like that…