time passes, there's no tickthere's no tock, from a digital clock
i wonder what my cat would look like without ears
a scrunchy tiger smiling bobble head
she nestles between my arms
as i lay on the couch, drowsy from eating
her head on my hand
eyes a little open
i remember going to best buy
they had lots of stuff
although nothing i really wanted
my friend was returning something
the transaction seemed to go smoothly
outside i was surprised once more how hot philadelphia was in september
once i dreamed i was the moon
and that all the world's lovers gazed up onto my serene yellow face
well, actually i didn't
but it would have been a charming metaphor
or maybe perhaps;
an allegory
time passes, i can hear it, my clock's analogue!
by Stefan Nesbitt
i wonder what my cat would look like without ears
a scrunchy tiger smiling bobble head
she nestles between my arms
as i lay on the couch, drowsy from eating
her head on my hand
eyes a little open
i remember going to best buy
they had lots of stuff
although nothing i really wanted
my friend was returning something
the transaction seemed to go smoothly
outside i was surprised once more how hot philadelphia was in september
once i dreamed i was the moon
and that all the world's lovers gazed up onto my serene yellow face
well, actually i didn't
but it would have been a charming metaphor
or maybe perhaps;
an allegory
time passes, i can hear it, my clock's analogue!
by Stefan Nesbitt
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