The Best Way to Waste Time & Space

The best way to waste time & space is to die, on purpose, of course, since we will all die eventually, one way or another. Thus, it may be better to linger in bed, especially if it is going to be a beautiful day and that Beth is still out of breath after a long night. A bedpan can help waste even more time, unless number two beckons like a dog that needs to go outside and waste more time. A cat is too smart for that and apparently more independent. But both remain dependent, one way or another.

Reading listicles on Vocal, or anywhere else, really, is a great waste of time, and space, as this piece is as well, one way or another. I wanted to waste some time, and space. This is not a sonnet, after all, or an alexandrine, or a silly acrostic, or a thought arranged to appear as a poem. Writing is a waste of time, and space, unless it is too good, or more than obscure, and does not recapitulate some of the daily fake or real news. Vocal is not a news outlet, yet opinions abound like dying stars.

10 Ways To Be Happy. Are you kidding? There are myriad ways. It is too subjective. I, for example, only perceive one way, and I am the only one who sees it this way. No one else on Earth does. Anthi is my happiness, but she could never say the same about me because her list is longer than mine. She has a daughter and other family. I only have her. Well, have is a strong word. I only have myself. I wonder if I really do. I have words to impart, at least to myself, but it is seldom enough.

Death is a waste of time but not necessarily of space, since there is so much of it, but never enough time. This is my end, is one way to list it horizontally. Vertically would be a waste of time, like most acrostics. I hear the garbage truck picking the trash from tenants and owners around. What a waste of time! Especially on a Friday night when they could be home wasting even better time. But time is not fair, no matter what some or many say or preach. Time does not give a shit. Why should I?

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Anthi Time - I Even Missed Her Shadow

Time does not matter and it does not wait either

Yet in Anthi time, hope is on the horizon

Delivering a transient mindful breather

With sighs and thoughts necessitating a hyphen.

I even missed her shadow that my unconscious

Already knew from a time when trees tried to walk

Earth-and-sky-bound-to-be sufficiently conscious

As their leaves and roots were perfecting their plant talk.

In time, Anthi time transcended my existence

Imprisoned in a place overlooked and obscured

Her laughter in mind and chest, my sole subsistence

Spirals of bottomless love had to be endured.

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Mantinades are intoned and sung in the Island of Crete.

How wonderful my Anthi is and how perfectly complete!

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Pink Floyd - Time