for no man, will she wait.
the incessant beating
of the hands
against the dial
spark my own clock, to
emphasise how much
time I am losing —
frustrated, I slam
the clock down
believing it will diminish
the marching
into white noise
but then, I see its face —
Mickey Mouse
the custom memorabilia from a simpler time —
and my eyes are forced
to see from its entirety
face down or not, how much time
I have already lost.
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