Listlessness

Time is an

unassuming

sort of

thief.

He will
steal

your very

teeth.

He is
hanging out,

casing
the place.

No one
casts

a suspicious
glance

in his
direction.

Time is a
very

listless

sort of

murderer.

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One Comment on “Listlessness”

  1. Simone Says:

    Carroll, this poem has an interesting structure. The content makes me think about how time, in a sense, administers mortality. It also has the darkest and most sinister depiction I’ve read on the subject. I think this poem, in a way, is also about what is not said, in that it seems to, conversely, prompt an awareness of the implications of, perhaps, timelessness.


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