Eccentric Flower:199809/time management on the subway

two september ninety eight eleven a m

time management (on the subway)

I'm pinned beneath my calendar to die.
Awash and choking in a river of task
As day is night is day beneath the sky
And each unmasked reveals another mask.
The planets spin at twice their normal speed.
The stars whir as I wrestle with my stone -

Till the buzzer on the door makes me take heed
Of where I am, and how far I have gone.

I note around me all the faceless faces
With eyes unlocked from anything at hand.
Each in their own disastrous secret places.
Each struggling with the clock in their own land.

My stop arrives and so I slip away
To somehow manage to trudge into the day.

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