Tuesday, October 13, 2015

The Massive Poetic Time Bomb Missive


Dear Tom, Dick and Harry:

Strange you should ask 
What it is that makes us 
Tick—and boy have you 
Ever got me there— 

But I do want you 
To note that 
No sooner do 
We think we’re close 

To taking apart that 
Blankety-blank clock 
Than the alarm goes off— 
No time 

To gather the odd 
Bits and pieces, no 
Time for no 
Bodies like us 

To even blink, 
Let alone think. 


2 comments:

  1. Fortunately, this fine poem slowed me down some and made me think. Then I read it again. Then a third time. And what I found was that I had gained time in which to think. If you see what I mean...

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    1. Yes, I do. Based on what you say, I gather you wasted no time on dismantling it. :)

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