Cretan Maineiac

Rookie - 4 Points (April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

.the Void Hour - Poem by Cretan Maineiac

Sixty minutes, like any other
throughout the year, we

all live & Breath, Love &
hate, work &
idle, eat sleep burp

fart shit & rot as on
our best &
worst day, unwinding from

the clock in that ancient
order accepted in
the first, second, &

third worlds, a tacitly absorbed
imposition on
circadian rhythms &

munchin', snoozin', pooping, loving

~~simply passing~~

in hopes of saving an hour of
daylight like a dime
to no IRA, Christmas Club, piggy
bank, nor the annals of time.

Comments about .the Void Hour by Cretan Maineiac

  • (9/30/2009 10:28:00 AM)

    An interesting piece, 'The Void Hour'. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/9/2007 1:17:00 AM)

    interesting write.. got me wanting my 60 mins back or intrestes for lost time lol (Report) Reply

  • (11/5/2007 2:40:00 AM)

    How ya doing Chris... I was out of order and lost you there for a while.. it's a temporal thing... glad I ticked a rate closer to One Peace at a Time (Report) Reply

  • (11/4/2007 6:19:00 AM)

    Wow. You got me focussing on my bodily functions and looking at my watch and thinking, must spend time better.... t x (Report) Reply

  • Matt Mondschein (11/4/2007 1:51:00 AM)

    thanks, I forgot to fall back into that lost hour
    and set back the clock
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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