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What Broken Clocks and Amnesia Hearts Get Wrong
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Commentary on Apocalypses what broken clocks get wrong
is our favorite springtime song
everytime
the birds return
amnesia hearts
bang on pipes and pans
clamor once more,
clamor for war
stand on their lawns
screaming in coded words
a call for more wine,
a toast to their vote
and that blood
water foreign soil
toss about, aimlessly,
the invasive seeds of war
as if they're sowing
love
and then
one day
what twisted heart wishes
when it comes to fruitition
when the vine grows and grows
starts to strangle their own house,
bind up broken clock's hands
cover their exit door
they yell "monster!", "devil!"
ignoring the sharp echo
of their own words
off closing-in walls
i'd say "I told you so", but what's the point?
you won't even listen to your own voice
you know, you heart's like that broken clock
which got stuck on midnight
till, of course, it came around
vines cover you both, now
"off closing-in walls"
Combination of vines exits hands of clocks, I was floored. I adore poems that are dense with imagery, that hold me riveted to the page, to each note, to each letter of each word, to each space between each word. Stop Nice work.
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~ Lady A ~
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