Antonio Mateo

The clock turned.
Time gave me wrinkles.
Time gave you birth.
The clock stopped.

Space gave us feeling.
Space gave us soundlessness.

The clock began ticking.
The clock began tricking.
The clock began winning.

Time gave me panic.
Time gave you sentience.
Time gave me progeny.
Time made you leave.

Epilogue(s)

A prankster--
cutting, ironic
in silence
stillness:
the being of
end?

The tele rings--
nothing revealed.
The knock at the door--
no-one answers.
The call--
without response.
The gentle wave--
the grave dismiss.
The ear-to-ear smile--
the exclusive simper...

Beginnings:
they always smell of endings, of
water bugs smashed by a slipper, of
candles meeting their end wax, of
letters never mailed, of
the last PM hour turning into,
turning into, turning into,
occasion.