Can you live without swiveling your hips?

All you really have is so much time
Your dry spaces flood the bay
You can lend a bum a dime
Rivers moving night and day
I know you're current with your currency 
I believe he'd rather have some place to stay

Near the party underground you condescend
Chambers cool damp and gray
Chiseled finely out of stone
The last invoice you'll ever pay
I am opening a letter to your friends
This will have to do for now you say

Carry on Your thought is in my head
Delay but in a numbered day
He's seeing that our grave is clean
All power brushes off the clay
His spirit innervates the dead
You can't keep this rock 'n roll away
You can't keep this rock 'n roll away
©2012 Gary Ottoson 

A Sixty Second Stop Watch

This age rolls up for the enemies of
some temporary nondescripts--
If your seconds seem punctiliar to you
I'd agree the waking moment slips
into years--
Into measured drops wet sea change minutes drip--
Short clips of in now to when over again waves of circling currents flip
Rips eternity into present tense everlasting existential trips
Streaming futures through one now in our hour of man sunships eclipse
Our hour glass the hand of God once tips 
©2012 Gary Ottoson