(Drunken Moment)

Drunken moment

Slurring its second, butchering its speech

Leaving its tortured sentence

To be completed by the next sotted tongue

Of time.

Time’s intention never clear.

Its point never attained

Its meaning left hanging.

Whatever it was trying to say,

It can’t get it out.

Moments fallen into the stupor of oblivion.

My mind drunk, too

But not as drunk as time.

I parse this conversation

As time tells me

To catch up with it.

I take another swig of seconds.

Eventually, at this rate,

I will fall into oblivion, too.  

I complete the context

Of what time is trying to tell me. 

It’s completely up to me

To discern what time is desperately

Trying to tell me.    

But the whole universe is drunk.

Time and space inebriated

And the word that must be heard

Slurred.

The world a blur in a stupor.