Time Takes Care Of Panic

Time Takes Care Of Panic

A Poem by The Twin Arenas
"

a love poem

"
You notice it when you wake up.

You notice it again
later after you piss.

Making coffee
you notice nothing
but when the coffee is cold
and you nuke it
you notice.

Then you smoke weed
and you don't notice anything
for two hours and for awhile
you are able to become a
factory.

You notice at lunch
and often you don't eat
lunch because of it.
Just not hungry.

The afternoons you
think about nothing
or maybe the future.

You notice in the shower
before work but you're a water
baby with poor circulation
so it's fine. Nice.

At work you become
a factory once more
and if you are lucky
something will break
and that could take
all night to fix.

© 2014 The Twin Arenas


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When my worry shows up I notice it because it comes to me in the form of a gnome. When I wake up it's sitting at the edge of my bed. When I sit and have breakfast I look up and it's sitting across from me. He doesn't talk, just sits there. Then I get in my truck and I think I've ditched him but soon I find him strapped in, a passenger. After a while I get so annoyed I grab him by his head and toss him out the window. In the review I can see it breaking into many pieces on the highway. But as soon as I get to my destination and open the door it's right there, waiting for me. I throw it in the bed of the truck.


I think I can relate.


Great piece, conda


Diego

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

h d e rushin

9 Years Ago

D, that's pretty scary!



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Did you know the Rolling Stones didn't write Time is on my Side?

Posted 9 Years Ago


Crusty Pizza Stain

9 Years Ago

Reminds me of the time I walked around the block with my grandmother. She was like 80, and looked no.. read more
The Twin Arenas

9 Years Ago

yeah, sort of. Nice you walked with your Grandma, though.
Crusty Pizza Stain

9 Years Ago

Yes, she was a fine woman. Great Irma Thomas video.
This was very well done. The last stanza hits strong. I love that the only time you directly reference panic is in the title. Great job at trusting the reader to understand what you've conveyed. The language is simple but strong and I find that talent to be rare in some poetry. Awesome job bud.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Very interesting...I was not expecting that ending, something about taking all night to fix, I would've hoped it'd taken way longer than that!

Nevertheless your style never ceases to be intriguing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is thought provoking in a... shall we say, new way. Nicely inked ^-^

Posted 9 Years Ago


I don't know what this is, but I like it and I want more.

Nicely and thought-provokingly penned.

-Robin

Posted 9 Years Ago


Those inner demons are very persistent; constantly gnawing away. Everyone copes differently, but it's an unassailable fact that if we don't face them, they grow stronger by the day.

I have found they don't like Sundays.

Beccy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


In the attic there was a box of pictures........sorry.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Plath thought it ok, but I would consider it creepy to stay in Yeats' house. Yet I stay in a house
that a Polish couple built and raised a family in. In the attic their were a box of pictures,
some taken during the war of the most exceptional sensitivity, a Nazi occupation, days without
sleep and it showed in the faces of the young ones. I think that sometimes they come back
to visit me, just to see if the tulips, the gladiolas they tended still come up nearest the fence line.
They do.

Time takes good care of souls. They properly metabolize then absorb themselves into
substances; wood, putter, counter tops. I'm not afraid since a good poem will undoubtedly ward
them off.

well done my friend.
dana

Posted 9 Years Ago


The Twin Arenas

9 Years Ago

thanks dana.
When my worry shows up I notice it because it comes to me in the form of a gnome. When I wake up it's sitting at the edge of my bed. When I sit and have breakfast I look up and it's sitting across from me. He doesn't talk, just sits there. Then I get in my truck and I think I've ditched him but soon I find him strapped in, a passenger. After a while I get so annoyed I grab him by his head and toss him out the window. In the review I can see it breaking into many pieces on the highway. But as soon as I get to my destination and open the door it's right there, waiting for me. I throw it in the bed of the truck.


I think I can relate.


Great piece, conda


Diego

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

h d e rushin

9 Years Ago

D, that's pretty scary!
This is something I haven't seen you done before. This is raw and very scary to know. I thought that I was alone, no clue that something that keeps rising to the knees and throat while you're putting it aside could happen to anyone else. Great flow, and thank you for making it known...

Posted 9 Years Ago



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