Weighted Time Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

Often it seems to you when dense
as hung the hours
at different weights
also as if words wounds
or would only flayed
times they pull himself
times they drag you sense
sometimes as light as spider webs
stick to you like empty stomachs
or the time depends leaden
of eyelids and sighs without tears
at another time it makes you easily
as you feel rich by words
but it can also elated
be like joy sings
or in the endless slow motion transition
do not want to perish like ears sound
in each word sometimes sounds a vowel
extends the time spoiled by his number
Seconds stretch into hours
for minutes they are invented
but everything remains in some form
which is in sealing the selected standard
the rhythm dances then with the rhyme
and appended to the end of the word, such as slime
time is running out as she was gravely
even in hanging or aesthetically
at the end of the pentameter breaks his foot
then with the first closing tight.

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Floy Dy Ra,02-17-2014