years go by then minutes
a bag stands in the corner
full and empty
a table collects itself
minutes collect years
full of claims
a day knocks around
counting the offices
of derelict hours
years are pranks
or blindings that are chock
with the usual excuses
it may only take a minute
to unpack to open
the lucky dip
a corner recollects itself
years go by and only a minute
makes excuses
sit down at the table
sort the claims
sometimes the usual is lucky
days and nights knock
at the offices of neglect
you say the years as minutes
a bag stands in the corner
years are pranks
where the lucky dip
