Kit Kelen #686 - a clock for Magdalena Ball

686

a clock for Magdalena Ball

I'm looking into your clock again

it points all directions for me

it's the one horizon

globe shown flat

a city's in it

bid

times passes

sits up in the morning

you'll see

soft like a penis

when it's hard

the clock is always pointing

it's a warning

it's a lesson

the clock stings where it strikes

it's a map as well

of been and go

tricks stitches saving days

and makes the past

all go away

look

and it's now!

a camera catch

just air it turns

but we find it meaning

and under glass

sometimes shines

some sing

or chime

and a fist comes down

first thing in the morning

that's the clock to bits

how it was made of numbers once!

spun from oil

all tick and tock

the two of them!

portal of day

it is an ash whirl grey

all slough

the rocket stages fall

you find the wanting measure

you'll never have to remember the clock

it winds you wombwards

winds you up

the skin will show as well

but you'll need stronger glasses

thank God

yes it is a lesson

too late! too late!

it mainly says

rhymes days of the month

with an arrow

always falling short

the sun is set somewhere

but stay awake and stare it out

make moons of a mystery

sometimes the clock is flaming

or a noose until black rag

runs counter to our intuition

take the dog

stare wrist

tongues out for medicine

so tuned

grit drips

or something heaven slants

telling of the former age

you'd like to let go

clock's got a grip

tears through the dream plan

hands splash up

every circle is a clock to swim

all this in the same boat

set on

circumnavigation

there's one that blows up in your face

find right wire!

one ticks to dust

and here's the clock

that's rope to climb

have a heart

and try to beat as one

all under eternity's eye

soft like a poem

when it's opaque

see all our selves in there