8. Wall Clock

I come to a clock

Hanging up on the wall

So high up!

My neck cranes, and I find myself looking

Into a face like an eye

Swollen by belladonna

So white, bright,

Against the night;

Gentle ticking, clucking, tocking

Emanates from the swinging


And I’m swinging,

Hanging, dangling

Swinging freely,

My eyes are swollen,

And my face so white,

And my hands point

Left, and left, and right, and right

And the wall clock clucks,

Tick-tocks and chuckles at me

And I turn away, and I cannot see,

But the clock on the wall

Laughs at me

The End

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