Creases and Folds – Written Monday 19th May 2025 (Aged 50)

Creases and Folds

Everything becomes old.
Time itself
has upon its being
creases and folds.

Everything is sold —
even time itself
is eventually
put up for sale.

Memories negotiate a price,
a bargain perhaps,
but time itself,
eventually,
just hides in a trench,
wearing a tin hat.

Everything is spoilt,
and even time itself —
that is also spoilt.

Spoilt
by the overcooked memories
that we have filtered
and applied
our own special effects to.

Even if we accept
time has a degree
of natural waste,
we know
that time
is the one thing
that we have to face.

But then,
time itself
is spoilt —
and time,
time,
time
is always
strange to the taste.

Everything becomes old,
and eventually,
no matter what our worth,
we all become
a product of waste.

James Garratt – May 2025

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