Bastard Time - Augie March

Three dozen cycles, give or take a sum

The sum of that experience — how to keep running

O I know justice, it’s a birthright if you’re born right

And I know how handsome is that trick of the light

So don’t be mistaken in thinking I’ll do right

Given the chance to do wrong again and again

Summer romeos casing the park

By the uniform urinals of love’s rural province

O don’t you know time, with its petty vial of sands

Inscrutable face and merciless hands?

And don’t you know love?

It’s a whirlwind of feathers

Tickles you to your nethers and leaves a terrain of despair…

And I know when grief goes unchecked

There’s a kind of relief in the wreckage for the wrecked…

Weren’t you alone last time I saw you?

How do you keep running from the world and the war?

O I know young fathers who once were like soldiers

AWOL in flung places

Or without standing orders

Alarming approaches to time and it’s killing

No victimless crime again and again