2/8/13

Ticking clocks click at each other

Unfriendly at best

At worst

They want me out of this room

And in bed

With the rest of the team

Tsk tsk

Tik tsk tik

Nag nag nag

So devoid of mechanical beauty

Unlike real time

This sound is like sharpening a pencil

With an dull pair of Singer scissors

I want a blanket made of monarch wings

To be wrapped in autumn

To forget this winter sitting on my face

Like a skull

I want tree sap

And summer grass

Or hot cement

And a wet ass

Straight out of the pool

Death to mismatched clocks!

No pleasure comes from imagining your deaths

With mini cocktail swords made in ancient Japan

Was there truth in the love I felt at 16?

This love is different

That was a love of flowers before they fall

This is a love of trees before they grow

But as long as I linger in their shadows

All I feel is the ache of dying

From never having lived

Where do we go when we forget to be who we are?

When will we get the chance to remember

And feel the pleasure in remembering?

When will the birds and bees leave me alone?

Damn you nostalgia filled clickity clocks!

I hate your stupid futility!