Hands of the Clock
time is one my side
but
what time
is it?
is it Killing Time?
standing with an ax
biting its bottom lip
and ready to take my head
bury my remains
in some swampy
desolate location
is it Bedtime?
waiting with a quilt
and a pillow
so that i might finally get a good nights sleep
i hear the clock ticking
like a metronome or a bomb
the hands are coming around
and
i only hope
they are not coming around
to choke me
