Blink. Blink. Blink.

digital crimson, thinking im asleep
slowly rise, a feigned stretchyawn
a seemingly disinterested glance

towards that d*mned clock.

take a few strides in painful quickness towards

i need a new clock.

mines a d*mned good one; too good,
in fact.

its been there for years.
years and years.

i can recall its LED distraction
waking me to my first seizures
when i was six.

at nine, the first time hiding
those d*mned pills
beneath its dusty, rectangular base.

at fourteen, watching my mother
reminding me how silly i was to
dream there was anything more for me.

at nineteen, its belch to
get me up for
yet another hour of
inane rambling by an
educated idiot.

oh, and here. here it sits.
still right on time, still
watching diligently over
a bed that doesnt see much exciting nowadays.

Blink.
Blink.
Blink, Blink.

i slam it quiet in a deft, calculated motion
no thing or one
will be as consistent as that d*mned clock.

as i do my dead brained dance in the bathroom(toothpaste,
soap, and shavingcream) my mind keeps returning
to that relic, that gravestone
of three or four of my lives
that have died.

that f*cking clock, never missing
a moment or a second
probably knows me better than anyone(definately
better than myself)

i close the door, lock that skeleton
of a sundial inside.

i breathe in, immediately feeling better
that my morning crisis has,
like clockwork,
passed.

i need a new f*cking clock.

now that, ive read a lot of poems on here; a lot. you my friend have restored my faith in imagination and expression.

creativity at its best

Awwwwww love where your mind does go but ohhh the memories
it does bring. Funny for I do have a clock I got back when I was 18 yes 18 and the damn thing still works. When it goes
off it chirps like a bird annoying as hell but after 31 years
it is actually a pleasure to know it is still going damn clock lol

haha thanks guys. :)

great poem and images- I have an old clock that probably woke someone before me-I bought is used. It is celluloid Westinghouse called a moonbeam. It blinks light at you, if that doesn't wake you up it starts to make a humming noise, no sharp noises, I love it. I don't know what I'll do when it gives out, I think it's from the 50's. It's funny how we get attached to objects that we haul around with us through all stages of our lives.

yeah. seems like the passage of time is the strongest bond, whether we want the bond or not.