Saturday, November 18, 2017

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


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