What do you make of time?
Catching teeth at the edge –
a half-chewed sandwich
being forced down
as feet are charged
to skip across the tops
of moulded caves.
Down into the caverns
full of tubes that threaten
to shave the skin
from your nose.
And for what?
Worn out shoes and holes
covered in stripy threads,
and a headache at one
in the afternoon.