Skip to main content

68. Clockwork

When bewildered by my daily duties
I erase all memories of internal thought
I just do as I am told and live in comfort
Forgiving all torment that life has brought

At times, rarely, when the moon is frustrated
And the creases of my mind are flooding with nerve
I sit back for a moment and breathe a few more
Review life’s tragedies, comedies, and observe

How I strongly wish to do nothing at all
But to stare at a blank wall in vain
Be eliminated from all hell and mischief
All responsibilities gone; what a shame!

I long for the minute hand to calm down for a while
I wish to drug it until it dozes away
In fact, I could willingly diminish that watch
So it would not smile at me any more in dismay

Surely, time would begin devouring itself
Until nothing was left of it but cannibal clocks
They would fight ‘til the last scrap of metal is gone
No more heart wrenching chorus of tick-tocks

Enclosed in a chamber of nothingness would be splendid
Laying on my back, oblivious to science and space
I would shrivel from insanity and boredom disease
And my conscience, to itself, would be a disgrace
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

We Pretend

We pretend that we'll live forever That tomorrow will bring something better We pretend we're not made of stars As we roam the streets and bars We pretend we'll never die That our kids won't ever cry Over the loss that is our end Every student, teacher, friend Everyone we've ever known Has a constellation they call home When the moon comes out at night I look to them to see the light To all those who did pretend That their story would never end But on some nights, breezy and clear I see the stars and they feel near I can grasp one and hold it in my hand As it takes me to another land We pretend this earth is all there is to see Yet the stars and crickets have spoken to me We pretend we'll never die Because we truly won't To someone's eye
Post a Comment
Read more

Lost in Rio

Jesus looks over The lost souls and bones below In the jungle sun To witness such beauty And such devastation God painted with one brushstroke Merry men sing Holes in their shoes The dark night lit up By police sirens And the crescent moon Bats flail around Like me, lost in the jungle Eyes glaring all around I hope they're monkeys Or jaguars I hope I can keep a piece of This country with me Safe in my pocket It smells like tropical rain And feels like The clam shells Washed up on the shore It tastes like fried bananas And heavily salted steak Sounds like seabirds cawing Samba on the streets And looks like a page From a storybook About parrots and palm trees Of finding a golden treasure A magnificent, uneasy place When she sun goes down So do we Leaving the night  To the creepy crawlers And innocent stray cats
Post a Comment
Read more

Miles Away

I refuse to sell my heart, not for twenty-five cents The auction is closed, ladies and gents I’ve already sold my eyes, when they caught sight of the streets So now everyone can see the beauty of my Italian retreat I sold my tongue for gelato, feeling so young Letting the wild berries dance around on my tongue I sold my feet when I traveled to see our Holy Mother in gold Like a saint on a mission, I’ll walk until I get old I sold my ears when I heard beautiful Aida open her lips Echoing through the theatre in which the ancients used to sit But I won’t sell my heart, it is still free For my heart belongs to God and not really to me My heart aches for home, too many miles away Yet for now I am here and I will live for today Yes, I sold my eyes to Italy; it’s all I can see How I wish you were here seeing these treasures with me I’ll try to buy back my sight, taste, and ears too So that I’ll be able to share these memories with you
Post a Comment
Read more