an excerpt of ice haven by daniel clowes

I know time even knows

I know time even knows
there's no time for depression.
Things to do,
plenty of things to do.

Creation was only six days,
only 142 hours; there was no
time to ponder its relevance
when you're refining the proper
shape and form
of a leopard's paw print.

That is reserved for the sabbath
in which you reflect on
a hard week's work.

Shake off the shakes,
ignore tumult or rather
face it head on. There is
no time for depression,

which undermines a
sense of accomplishment.
There so much to do,
so little time. Walk in
powerful strides like
confident brush strokes.

Leave a mark, instill
urgency, we're not getting
any younger. There is no time
for philosophy (unless you're
getting paid).

Initiative is a turn-on as
much as skin and hair,
a magnificent ingredient
to sex appeal.
Tick
tock. tickTock stop writing

Look at the flowers and people
joking or being serious, driving
motorcycles, going from here to there,
reacting to stimuli,
all too busy to stop.

Look at the drunkards and beggars,
taking breaks means losing their
livelihood, losing their buzz.

Look around, walk, jog,
powerwalk, love, wake up.

This is a ghost town,

busy people moving
and growing
and afraid if they slow down
then they will realize
that they're ghosts.