365 pt. II

Extended Poetry

I enclose a smile

In this dusty envelope

To your lonely boney mind

Hickory Dickory Dock

They live inside the clock

Waiting for the hours to strike

Like hammers down

To hurt your head

And make you over think

They live inside the gears

Patience isn't born into them all

They are stuck inside their boredoms

Struck by all anticipations

I'm dumbstruck

By the drizzle of time

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