this is a continuation of an old story:

then I started thinking thinking of hours as minutes,

fleeting times to humiliate myself
for many misters and sirs,

a time for money and pigeons,
a time for money and pigeons,
I repeat without repeating,
I wash dishes, I make a little sense
between the smashing of glasses,

I move the clock along an inchworm's back,

the inchworm learns lightspeed.