byron

byron is a time machine
he hurtles thru the ages
he writes himself upon the years
clocks turn to him like pages

he lived his youth in ancient times
he was a teen for Caesar
his girlfriend was the renaissance
sometimes he liked to tease her

his twenties were the age of bronze
his thirties, that of steel
he lived his forties during war
he dreamed the peace for real

he eats the tick of time for lunch
he shits it out at night
ends of the world come every day
when he turns out the light