Friday, January 8, 2010


by Jim Wisneski The second hand ticks the music so loud The minute hand tries. . . oh, it tries The hour hand asleep Gear grooves grind with grit Wires cross – an electric rainbow delight A calm cuckoo can’t control -“wake up” – it cries Chipped numbers -lines await their turn A platform to preachLittle doors to breach the whole world is out there. . . it’s waiting. . . for you.

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