You’ve seen it!

On all the hospital shows when the patients die

and the Doctor lifts his stethoscope and says,

“Write it down… Patient expired…”

and the nurse records the time to the last second

and the family comes in to cry.

We have a new stove!

It’s electric!

It even has a clock.

Right above the new stove, there’s a new micro wave

secured to the wall.

(I call it “THE NUKE!)

and it has a clock!

And somewhere out there beyond the sky

there’s this guy,

sitting at a desk that looks like the controls

on The Star-Ship Enterprise

but He’s not Uhuru.

He’s Father Time,

in charge of all those dials.

But he goofed

when he set the time for our renovations

so the micro-wave clock reads

09:10

but on the stove,

it’s 09:09.

So somewhere between the nuke and the stove

there’s a world where there’s always time,

like the luscious valley between my Lady Loves breasts

where I love to rest

and our love stays alive

so we never die.

Paradise in the kitchen…

(between the ticks and tocks of the clocks.)