I have no time for love.

I have outgrown
Its falsetto tone,
Each taffeta deceit, 
Each crowned conceit.

I have no time for love.

I no longer feel its pain,
Hear that forced refrain,
Taste stale, ruched lips,
Hunt unicorns, chase false wisps.

I have no time to love.

My time is no more my own,
Each minute, hour, is on loan,
A pawned pledge, a promissory note
Redeemable with Death's groat.

9.5.16
5.00 am.