Got A Timetable Poem by RIC BASTASA

know that i got a timetable,
i do not like a prolonged breathing
since the birth of the pink bud
i always love gasps
find thrill in grasps and quick finger holds
and soon releasing
nothing usurping nothing over holding on
to something
lest everything gets so old and familiar and
death boring
something is new in the newness of beginnings
nothing must last an hour longer

i am listening but not for long
there is no use for your argument
the pink bud blooms only for a very short day
the nights are longer
the years cannot convert themselves to bright days
there is no exchange
substitution is null and void
novation does not exist in this personal world
no erasures
all original
everything ends as desired by the law of nature
why worry then?
i stop as written.