Running out the clock

The puppy fails to grow fast enough for perception.

Tik tok.

The joke of all jokes – an app that burns life into insignificant ashes is named for the old devil who murders the moments.

I murder mine with a pen leaking ink, a black bug dancing nearby, and thoughts reducing to a simmer, then a syrupy, back of the spoon taste of times engaged. 

A glance across a garden that blooms once more. 

No clock to become impatient with.