Corpse Not Now

Corpse not now

I have lived like there was no tomorrow,

since so, so many Yesterdays ago

and now they say Now, the moment of Now,

lasts only a few seconds—heartbeat drums “one-one thousand”

but there is no time—but now,

I don’t believe in time travel

no time like the present, a stationary gift, unmoving,

Now is all there ever was—ever will be,

It is we, in these flesh boats turning sunken corpses,

boxed into limited life spans—

It was we—that made it all up,

We are the only part of this universe that can sense time

an imaginary boogie man,

a mortality salience side effect,

ticking in the closet,

to a moving object, it is everything else that is moving,

the highway isn’t moving, the car is,   

an illusion, time, abandoning us,

slipping away,

and it’s just like all the lovers that left me to die alone,

found in this illusion of the sun,

it appears to be blazing past us, but it never actually sets

for it is the earth that turns away from love

and feels dizzy in the dark