Time is the universal chauffeur
by Willis Barnstone
Time is the universal chauffeur. Slow
carts me through space,
but when he dumps me I've no place to go.
also the surgeon general
heals (and in time kills). He heals with hours
his best pill of all--
ointment or gauze--just his fat face
over me. And he is author
a novel titled LIFE. I'm crammed in his briefcase,
in chapters till THE END.
famed dermatologist he moderates the sun.
I measure him and cream down,
can always spot the damage he has done.
the secret stuff inside
skinsack that worries me. Yes, machines catch
photo and footsteps, but I abide
fear. Once he's gone, I'm not. Often I try
slow him down as he walks
me. Slowtrack, I say. This clown is sly,
but relentless like a star,
goes through his set acts, laughing at me.
I bless him for his laziness.