Today is not for sorrow

When all the wounds are vainly hoping patients
for faint relieves, which heartaches don’t allow,
it seems that watches have no time or patience –
you hang yourself straight on the question how

to steel the needle gently and unsighted
from cuckoo, hatching minutes in her nest.
And if your tongue involves you screaming – bite it –
today is not the moment to invest

in sorrow or a kindred aching market –
some call it black one – it is not too late
to find a place in parking lot and park it,
till pretty smile perks up your face – I’ll wait.