Time Has Come Today

The Chambers Brothers thought time had

come today. They had the wrong date. It

was the day before while sleeping off the

previous evening.

Time delivered the Warhol posters to the

dorm rooms on schedule. No one was awake

to receive them, so they sat in the hall waiting.

Time ran out on the day, horrified by the

hours it had to fill. Success could never be

counted that easily without a second hand.

An audience of tie-dyed t-shirts sat in their

seats, waiting for the Chambers Brothers to

be delivered. They were late again.

The mushrooms put a time limit on how long

they would entertain the brothers, locked tight

in their chamber.

You have a face I’ve seen before, said Time.

Fine, but don’t clock me like that, said the Watch.

I have two hands, you know.

The Chambers Brothers wrote a verse to kill

Time while they waited for it to arrive. One of

them sent out for rooms service.

Minute by minute, the countdown was irrelevant.

Time was going to be late and everyone knew it.

Only the psychedelic posters seemed amused.

They locked Time in a room to prove they were

right, down to the second. Brother One’s doubts

grew by the minute as he watched shadows grow.

Time was psychedelicized and lost its way,

pausing for thoughts at a time. Leary found it

wandering and brought it home for evaluation.

Some times, often on Sunday afternoons, I'll watch or listen to a song on YouTube or my playlist with the intention of creatively writing my response to the song. This series was obviously inspired by The Chambers Brothers "Time Has Come Today." Mostly, I amuse myself with these ramblings. Perhaps you will be amused - or full of pity for the author of these random wanderings.

~ Eusebeia Philos