When Time Left

Time will never come back. 

I spent his soul on food 

that decays before digestion. 

I burned his wick 

from both ends

pretending he was in a coma. 

I made bad investments in his name

on checks well etched in the book. 

He poured into me

and I drank to vomit. 

I became thin waisted

because I wasted him. 

And now he can't get back. 

I set up mental blocks 

and built an empty empire. 

Tall towers no one knows about,

a great invisible furnace, 

A fleeting fleet,

servants without quarters

and other lonely listlessness'

of pretend accomplishments. 

There is always Time I can't get back. 

Always Time I will never use. 

Always Times I lose. 

Always Times I bruise. 

Hopefully Time to make me new. 

When Time left. . . 

I emptied.