Time Clock
Move minutes move
You know the path to
sixty five degrees northeast.
It’s dusk and each light
ghouls over its hill.
Illumine the way to
the master with its minion
in tow: jobless Joe hugs the curb like
a lover afraid to let go.
It’s two a.m. in the bottle,
Hoisted tangent to the sky:
offering to the god of
Stray dogs, give Joe a warm twitch
©2009 j.a.o.a.
You know the path to
sixty five degrees northeast.
It’s dusk and each light
ghouls over its hill.
Illumine the way to
the master with its minion
in tow: jobless Joe hugs the curb like
a lover afraid to let go.
It’s two a.m. in the bottle,
Hoisted tangent to the sky:
offering to the god of
Stray dogs, give Joe a warm twitch
©2009 j.a.o.a.
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