The Timeless Man

Silent movement of lips makes you

Endure

Endless questions of fact.

Black,

White,

Empty hat,

End cane,

Without an owner.

The boy on the stage,

The man in the lens,

Some things never change.

As the abyss closes around the star.

A backwards black hole,

Your next buck is saved in the scruff of your

Ripped black pants

For the next venture into the world

And mind of the ‘tache.

From tea to coffee,

From Baker Street to Brooklyn Bridge.