Late Semester Blues

Things come clearer 

When there is little time left 

The clock is spent 

It is time now, when time is gone, ended

Over, end 

Ça suffit, pour maintenant

And tumbling down into dark and dead

Lines marking progress and the ability to shove

Thoughts into places too small to encompass

Truth or damages

There is no time 

And this is taking forever. 

A sliver of light under the door 

And the bags under your eyes hold

A semester’s worth of bananas gone brown on the counter. 

I didn’t have the time to notice

Time to bake or contemplate that 

I am still waking

Some mornings

Haunted by papers 

Due too long ago 

Done

There is no- 

Time to sleep now 

Time to catch cold

Hold

There is a twitch under my eye 

In the shape of a comma that should have been 

(How didn’t I notice that?)

A full stop.